You were the reason I woke for,
the power that moved me,
the warmth that engulfed me.
I walked to your heartbeat.
I loved with your moments scattered between the rest of living.
Then you were gone
and every cup of coffee tasted bitter,
every working minute just a chore.
What I thought was a forever lover,
only cherished memory..nothing more.
What makes me sit here
awake as an owl 🦉
Why am I not asleep
at such an hour?
Why are my sleepy thoughts
turning to nightmares
and why are my lids puffed?
For I have no cares
to upset me, to torture me.
Why do I tremble?
Sometimes, sometimes those
break sleep, ache hearts
Did I know you
When we were all entwined?
Did I ask the questions that would open up your mind,
Or was I so arrogant that
I put you in your place
With short answers
And a glance at your face?
Was I too hard
Trying not to seem weak,
that you didn’t know me
And never heard me speak
of love so deep that it consumed me
And desire so strong that it pulled me inside out,
And jealousy so intense it became a raging river of agony?
Did you not know how I died every morning
waking to a bed without you ?
Did I know you
As well as you never knew me?
Don’t be afraid to ask for what you really want.
Life might surprise you after all.
A fish story for Roger
A red grouper for my brother
A fisherman like no other
Fun and happy guy
Where would we be without
Roger, the man , the myth the legend..
A monumental legend of mythical proportions
A dreamer, A drunk
Respected by even the police
Who let him go without a ticket
A joker of immense proportion
A dude to be admired and loved
My brother Roger
The chill is deep in my bones,
So unlike the Florida I was born in.
I wrap myself in layers of protection
And cocoon with thick Swedish wool.
Walking to my car I look out over the Gulf of Mexico
to see a raging violet sunset and a gentle pink
swath of brushstrokes
on grey clouds.
God has hidden beauty in all things.....
We only need to open our eyes.
Does broken ever heal?
Do the fears and shaking ever subside?
Can you ever rebuild a life that has its roots pulled out from
Do tears ever stop spilling over
to turn off the faucet and begin again?
I need a New Year that is truly new.
One that is hopeful that healing is through
Make me your New Years and I will make you mine.
Unbreak me, unfold me, turn back time.
To love, to live.. to 2018
Empty mailbox ..
You and I are more than
Just miles apart.
There is a universe
That I can never cross.
A universe of longing..
A universe of loss.
Remember me gently
For I remember times
Once warm inside your arms
And flaming in my mind.
Reach me on the other side of Mars and dream me home,
For I am a star without planets
Burning pointlessly alone.
Remember us, remember me.
I asked for no promise.
You had already given one to someone else
and had broken it.
I asked for nothing but passion
And moments of stolen
time alone, melding together,
Because I knew you could not give more.
I knew you would hurt me in the end, yet still I held you tightly to my breast, skin to skin.
I memorized each moment as if it was my last day on the earth,
then kept those memories, living off them every day since.
They keep me sane, while the rest of life is just crazy.
Memories of your mouth , your skin, your breath upon my neck, forever mine.
I breathe in and you are in me.
I breathe out
Do not be stingy with yourself,
Nor take yourself for granted.
Know that your masculinity alone is enough to arouse us,
No bravado or artistry needed.
We desire you for your sweat ,
Don’t hide it.
The depth of your voice matters,
More than your words.
We want more than love,
Like desire and passion.
Pour yourself out to us and we are yours for life
Love is just dopamine in the amygdala.
So why does it have to hurt so much?
Stars glowing slowly
Longest distance apart
Tears flowing softly
Washing grief from my heart
Song singing sweetly
Still in tune with rhyme
Hanging with a love note
That knows no space or time
No matter that the lover is
Alone and not as two
For as long as is the universe
I’ll still be loving you.
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 ?