If I could go back in time,
I would change so many things
that I have said and done.
Every moment that I hesitated
To say what I felt was a
lost moment of connection.
Every moment that I hid my feelings was a curtain closed.
If I could go back I would be kinder, wiser, more willing to share and open up.
I would keep my innocence forever and love selflessly.
If I could....
Love is not Limited
It can happen in an instant when you see the trust in your newborn baby’s eyes.
30 years ago you were a wrinkled and bloody Human being entering the world with a tough yank and a rough ride. For just a moment your eyes locked on mine and I saw my own blue in yours. In an instant my heart welled up with a spring of love so intense that it surpassed all other loves I had known. A mothers love for her child has no boundaries. It never fades with time.
It echoes from the hills .
It fills the room with joy.
Friends will come and go, but our children are our life.
seeing you in my minds eye.
Feeling the touch of your fingers on my wrist,
encircling , brushing your arm against mine,
You are here even though you are not.
I feel the heat rising up in you and the urgent press of your lips in this memory of mine.
Love has no reasons, only the flush of your face tells me why.
Bring me home, take me back, for this flower is wilting,
Petals falling in a sea of longing.
Softly fading away,
I dangle from life’s branch
13 word story
Different cities miles apart
Cannot separate the space between our hearts.
Evaluate your life
Did a lot, missed a lot.
Earned a lot, spent a lot
Laughed a lot, cried more
Gave kindness, gave criticism
Got hurt, hurt back, never healed
But still time to try
Left home at 17, never went back
On my own with lots of failures
Finally happy despite the pain
Have what I need and love remains.
Love my children for themselves
Love my husband and the lord
Saw mountains and oceans,
Countries and forests
Hiked, swam, ran and camped
By helicopter and ocean liner
From Japan to Sweden.
Could I have done better?
Yes, but we can never go backwards.
Can’t give the kiss we weren’t brave enough to give
Can’t talk with someone long dead
Can’t say I’m sorry to someone who w...
Even now I can feel the sting
how much I lacked.
“Don’t get ideas about me” was
when you stole all I had to give.
After a lifetime of self loathing
I can finally see you...
cold and vain,
In love with yourself.
I left because I loved you
And because you needed to be hurt.. even if it was only your pride.
So now, years later, I am sorry I slept with your best friend.
Just a little sorry.
Well really ... not at all..
revenge is so bittersweet
I am out of sorts, dreary times.
No memories to treasure, no reverie on this wasted day.
So I lovingly watered and fed my orchids this morning,
And two hours later the deluge of rain washed all the food away.
The mailbox was empty,
The silence deafening.
Time to crawl in bed...tomorrow is another day.
After all these years of sleeping beside you, it still feels good to hear you breathing in the night.
Your broad chest and big heart
Are always there to absorb my troubles and wipe away a bad day.
Your hands so large and gentle, your smile so easy, how could I not stay?
Should I tickle you awake or let you sleep?
And so I write letters at 4 am..stay asleep my gentle giant.
I love you still.
13 Word Story
It started that evening as they cuddled. So enchanted, they remained always entwined.
He was a bully. He barked orders at his soldiers, his children and his wife.
He left scars, although they were not outwardly visible.
He called them names they did not even understand because they were so young. Like calling an 8 year old a slut.
Everyone else was an idiot or stupid.
His failure was not his fault. The world was stacked against him.
What kind of parents created this monster?
Perhaps it was the military style of dominance and control that he learned in World War 2 or maybe his workaholic lawyer father who disowned him for marrying our mother.
In the end he died a slow and painful death from cancer. His 250 lbs of bullying weight was reduced to 89 lbs by the time ...
In the 4th grade a little girl took a standardized test that placed her at the 10th grade level. The nuns took her and a male classmate who scored the same into a poorly lit library and gave them a copy of a very large newspaper. They were told to read two articles and write a summary.
An hour later the nun returned to find the boy almost finished. The little girl, who was half his size, sat swinging her feet which did not touch the ground. Tears streamed down her face and stained the blank page before her.
Disturbed, the nun asked her "What's the matter dear?". The little girl sobbed " I don't want to leave all my friends ". With a kindly smile the nun softly picked ...
A fleeting moment between wars
A feeling floating in the air that says
You are safe. You are free.
No worries for tomorrow
All sweetness and softness this thing called peace.
We need more of it
The storm moves on and takes its grey away.
Feet in the wet sand I stand and face the day
And slowly gently the morning sun caresses me
I take a deep breath and sigh and move on.
I am alive and that is enough.
Diamonds in the Sun
You are never coming back..
This I know to be true,
But I can walk with your memory beside me
And believe I am walking with you.
I will never hold you in my arms again...
This I know for a fact,
But I can feel you in my mind and soul,
Your fingers always on my back
And slowly, slowly I am slipping away...
From this world to yours I run.
A life of yearning becomes in death a joy,
Where pain yields to pleasure and tears are diamonds in the sun.
I saw your photograph today
And all the yearning filled my heart.
The tears began to fall and I could remember how it felt
To brush your lips with mine,
To press my face into your chest and run my fingers through your hair.
And all the days without you have been an eternity
And all the nights an agony.
I am not lonely. I am lost.
Come back......come back...
Look Back Love
I have no resistance.
Your power compels me
To follow you blindly
Wherever you go.
No free will have I love
To chart my own course.
My feet are chained to yours.
My ship rides your waves.
Day after day
I follow behind you.
Why is it you have never looked back?
Year after year
I trail in your footsteps.
Why have you never noticed the tracks?
But if in my life
You never notice me,
It makes no difference.
I follow you blindly
And can never see where I follow
Title: moving on
The challenge is to write a poem or prose about moving on.. from love to leaving job to past injustice.. how does it feel to make the decision to move forward and how do you feel after you realize you have actually moved on.
Did it change you? Are you sorry?
Was it easy?
TAG you work: Prompt and Moving On
I would like to start a site where anyone can go and see what other people in their same situation have done.
2. Post partum depression
3. Travel in France
5. Loss of a parent
7. Buying a house
And many more topics happy or sad. It is comforting to know you could see how someone else handles these situations and learn from them.
You could link to helpful sites by just typing in your topic
I guess google sort of does this but they tend to give fewer choices now that they are so commercial.
Isn't that what surfing the web is about anyway ?
An enormous pool of creativity
Floating freely in the universe
A spirit freed by suffering
Shining through dark eyes
Telling us of purple rain
And hot desire,
A life of pain.
How you touched our hearts
With your music and your
Goodnight our sweet Prince.
We will join you soon enough .
Baby you lived much too fast and died too soon.
We lose the equivalent of one entire medical school class to physician suicide every year.
Despite reductions in working hours for residents, huge numbers complain of post traumatic stress disorder by the time they finish.
Three out of four doctors have had suicidal thoughts in their careers.
One of my favorite doctors shot himself the day after he won a malpractice case against him. The stress ruined his love for life.
I Pray that we can all get behind our healthcare workers to keep them from this fate.
Be kind to others.
What we need is one voice
For love and kindness
Sharing and support
To build together a stronger fort.
A shelter strong
With warmth and air
A world that's safe as it is fair.
One voice to sing in joy
For all the beauty in the world
It's your voice, it's my voice
It's everyone I've ever heard.
I waited and no letter came,
but silence is its own reply,
An emptiness we can't deny.
I answer yours with tears.
I hear it through the years.
Silence is its own reply.
And still I wait.
When the melting summer turns to leaves of fall,
Do you miss me much or not at all?
Ahh I hear it now
wounds of love
Low down and the skin is breaking,
Tearing all your tender feelings,
Peeling back to show your aching,
Leaving open all your sorrows.
No tomorrows ever cover
wounds inflicted by a lover.
Now the face stares from your mirror
And the eyes like glass are shining,
"Lonely madness creeping nearer "
And without him life is
No tomorrows ever cover
wounds inflicted by a lover.
Once I knew you when you kissed me,
Now you touch me like an object,
And as time goes on I miss you
and the heart I let you borrow.
No tomorrow ever covers
Wounds inflicted by a lover
No tomorrow ever heals a wound of love.
One day far in your future
You will see a day without pain
As the best day of your life.
A new day begins, as yesterday's pain is still fresh.
We hurt just as much as yesterday despite the balm we have used to deaden it.
I need a muse, a mother, a lover, a brother, a friend or a family
to take this pain away.
Lend me your hand to pull me up from my abyss, sweet friend.
Grace, peace, love, joy..dawn
In the year 1971 the country was losing young men to the Vietnam war, to the tune of 75000 lives so far. I wrote the following poem at the age of 18 as my boyfriend was almost drafted. Glad I don't feel this way today, but I am sure some still do.
The Fourth of July
And all the Fireworks are bursting
In memory of bombs and burns
And all the screaming,
crying and dying
I am proud to be an American,
where freedom can be bought
can make it rich
if he is aggressive and br...
Independence , movies
Independence Day for sure would be my favorite!
We are always our best when fighting a common enemy and not each other.
We are bold, courageous and ingenious when it comes to preserving our great democratic experiment.
Survival is never dependent on just one person. It takes every single one of us contributing whatever we can to make this work. In the end of the movie the entire world is saved by sharing information with other countries.
On top of that we see Jeff Goldblum, Will Smith and Bill Pullman all in the same film.
Is this a great country or what?
I had a calling to be a doctor but put it off. My excuses were lack of money, no family support and fear of failure.
One day, while making rounds with some doctors as a pharmacist, I realized that I was not only capable of being a doctor but was guilty of procrastination. A little voice in my head said
"Anything less than your best is a wasted life".
It is now 34 Years since I graduated from medical school. The people I have helped along the way were my destiny. Some would not be alive today without me. We are all part of a plan, so run to your dreams and be what you know you were meant to be.
Fear is not an option. Just do it.
My son is like an owl....
In a good way.
He is patient and observant,
Wise beyond his years.
He is beautiful but unaware of it.
He sits quietly and surveys the world,
then takes what he needs and no more, returning to his place as before,
A young man destined to change the world through his solitary contemplation
Scientist, son, brother, friend
Loved by all who know him.
I knew a guy named Bruce who applied to medical school 6 years in a row. Each time they rejected him he asked what he could do to improve his chances. They he went out and did it.
He took a class over and got a higher grade. He volunteered in a doctors laboratory. On the sixth attempt they finally accepted him.
He was the friendliest guy in class. He knew all our names and our spouses too.
He married the prettiest girl in our class. He had a successful family medical practice for 30 years.
He wasn't handsome or the smartest guy in the class. He wasn't wealthy or Ivy League.
But he was a guy who never gave up.. on himself, his dreams or his patients.
Don't let anyone stop you from reac...