Sometimes 

it’s as if you're trying -

steadily trying -

to push me off a cliff

with these conclusions you leap to.

Backing me slowly,

harrowingly close to the edge

with leaps in belief and assumptions that make no sense,

with words too keen and painful to avoid.… Read full post »

I want to be the one

who sets you free

to express yourself, to explore your spirit

to wander the depths of your imagination

to ride the rising swell of your sensual fervor.  

I want to be the one

to touch you, to taste you

to… Read full post »

**An answer to berrycomposer's open call "The literary intention of dogs" to use unleashed we barked down the falling stars in an original piece. 
http://open.salon.com/blog/berrycomposer/2009/11/10/the_literary_intention_of_dogs

Thank you Berry, for this challenge. It was great fun. I hope you&… Read full post »

Long before she reached his hospital room she knew something had changed. When she stepped into his room she felt it.

Although she hoped she was wrong, she was sure it meant he wasn’t coming back.  He’d gone too far, slipped too deeply away to be reached.  There was a… Read full post »

She was alone. 

It was the first time she’d been away from the hospital; she was feeling both guilty for leaving and relieved to be away.  The nurses had told her to go home, get some fresh air, and try to rest.  She had reached the point of/… Read full post »

The foggy maze in his head made it impossible for him to focus.  Maybe he heard someone say something about heart rate but it could just as easily have been heart attack.  He hoped it was heart attack.  He hoped the news was bad.  Worse than bad:… Read full post »

He didn’t know she was there.

She could have stepped into the room or tried to let him know she was there for him, but she didn’t.  She stood quietly just outside, watching the nurse take blood from his lax arm and wondered what the doctor was thinking as/… Read full post »

This is who I am.

You cannot possess me – not even a small part.

I don’t trust myself to let you in.

Not even now, after all these years;

you could betray me, strip away the protection

I’ve been so careful to weave about my heart.

I have no… Read full post »

Can you tell a Fib?  No, not that kind. 

While browsing through a writing magazine I came across an article about a type of poem that I'd never heard of.  The name alone caught my attention.  A Fib is poetry form based on the Fibonacci Sequence. Oh no! Ma… Read full post »

And so it is

as we knew it would be

in just a matter of time

there’s no point now

in fighting the same small wars

though we both know we always will

just as we always have

it’s much easier to do than

admitting our failures and… Read full post »

I can’t change this for you

You must to do this for yourself

This is your journey

The path will be difficult

There may be sharp stones to tread, and deep channels to cross

Twists and turns to disorient and confuse you

But this is a path you must travel/… Read full post »

Sitting in the lobby were families from many different backgrounds: black, white, rich, poor and in between.  Families in crisis of one sort or another.  I could see in them what they must have seen if they noticed me - utter exhaustion. To reach this point, to find /… Read full post »

Walter Blevins, Bobbot, and BarkingLot have posted some great thoughts on songs to play at their funerals.  I have some ideas of my own on the subject.

In my past life I sang.  (I won't say I was a singer, only that I sang and I loved it.)  I… Read full post »

It’s all become too much for me

all this going round and round

Circling the same sharp points

 again and again

 we accomplish nothing

only manage to inflict more pain

It’s all become too much for me

this weariness and distress

In the midst of still more brok… Read full post »

"An inch away from weeping"

I heard someone say that once before;

it didn't mean so much to me then.

I reached down into my heart today

searching around for something -

anything solid to hold on to.

I found

old promises, long broken

songs, words I remembered… Read full post »

For a moment

I feared I'd lost you.

For a moment

I feared you were gone.

For a moment

time stopped,

holding my heart captive;

I prayed neither would move on -

not without you.

For a moment

I was afraid

this would be the day

I would find… Read full post »

First thing yesterday morning I warmed a big pot of water on the stove.  I wish I could say I was making something fantastic for breakfast, but the truth is I was preparing my bath.  I much rather have hopped into a hot shower instead of a slopping around in the sink wit… Read full post »

Usually when I post I have something specific to say. Today? Not so much. I simply haven't written in a while because I've been a bit distracted (by you know, life?) but if I don't write something I just might explode so here we are ...

It's been raining heavily… Read full post »

Wrapped in your arms

my head on your chest

your heartbeat

dancing in my ear

the warmth of you still inside of me

the taste of you still on my tongue...

this?

this is my favorite

breakfast in bed.

 
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Afterward,

I waited for my breath to return,

waited for the sun to shine once again.

I listened for your voice;

silence filled the pathways

and the hallways where you'd walked.

Afterward,

I wept in the emptiness 

that once was the bed 

where we'd slept, where we'd loved.&nbs… Read full post »

I miss you.

It's as if you just slipped away quietly,

leaving only a whisper of yourself behind.

I miss you.

I don't know how to reach you,

how far should I travel to find you?

I miss you.

My heart aches for your laughter,… Read full post »

It seems as if the car is sitting still and the world is flying past; telephone poles and trees, small towns a quick thought as they pass by. The little girl sits in the backseat, humming a tuneless song, her hands absently tapping the seat beside her… Read full post »

It's a lonely sigh

of  fragile beauty.

A single heartbeat between us,

the trace of a tender touch.

It's a gentle caress,

a passionate embrace;

breath, warm on my skin.

It's the deepest dream,

the wonder of  you -

time and place unbound.

It's the part of you

that i… Read full post »

A ghost in my world.

I can not see it.

It follows me.

Each day I feel it.

It creeps slowly

filling empty corners,

seeping deeply

into dusty cracks,

coloring difficult decisions;

a plague on my heart.

If I could escape this shadow

find sunlight,

dance with jo… Read full post »

Who was your FIRST prom date? The FIRST real prom I went to was with my boyfriend, Eric, who was a senior when I was a sophmore.  He was an exchange student from Belgium.

Who was your FIRST love and do you still talk with him/her? My first heartachingly true love… Read full post »