red petals of rose
softly dance and celebrate
upon soft green lawn
here in the now, unattached
but attached to thoughts of love


written by jennifer fifield
image from google/wikimedia


suddenly (a borrowed book)

book google wikimediaI remembered
while turning the pages


I wondered
while turning the pages

What parts
were your favorite; which words
made you linger?
What pages rested on your bed,
atop your sheets,
as you drifted to sleep
at night?

I remembered
while turning the pages



Written by Jennifer A. Fifield
Image from Google (Wikimedia Commons)

To Close The Book

c1b3b9b0She let the phone ring and ring. No answer.

She sent text after text. No response.

As the waves crashed nearby, she fought the tears, the heartbreak, and the stress of her confusion.

He was pretending they had never happened.

And she needed to close the book.

So she did.


Written by Jennifer Fifield

Image by Unsplash

the view, the feel, the moment

photo-1445964047600-cdbdb873673d“I’ve been here,” I whispered.

“You’ve been here? When?” he asked.

“In my dreams. I’ve been dreaming of this place for years. I never knew where or what it was,” I said.

I slowly absorbed each detail. How surreal to be somewhere for the first time, and the fiftieth time. The view, the feel, the moment – they were all the same as every dream I had ever had. And it was him, this wonderful person standing next to me, who had brought me.

Written by Jennifer Fifield

Image from Unsplash