In my earlier blogpost about my dear friend Bev, I referenced a poem I wrote for her. Well, I just found it and I guess that means I am supposed to post it. Here it is
Tangled
It's been quite a while since I've sat down to write even though so many ideas have entered my mind since my last post. The summer is an insanely busy time for me and now that the kids are back in school and on a fairly normal schedule, I am able to take some time for myself.... Continue Reading →
Independence Day
I am committed to freeing my mind of the "I should have's", the "what-ifs" the "as soon as" and the "next year I'll start" - the words that keep my unlimited happiness chained up and my passion for life incarcerated. It's time to make my escape plan, gather my tools and start chipping away at the brick wall in my subconscious mind.
Planted firmly in the moment
My daughter insists on searching for the most colorful weed each day and brings me a bouquet of them - and I allow her. I smile and place them in a vase as if I just received a dozen roses because I know she is reminding me that every creation of God is special, no matter how it looks or what its put on this Earth to do.
It’s Time….
Fear was looming over my every decision and every move like a hawk does to its prey - flying high above my head, waiting for the chance to swoop down and carry me away.
Why All The Feathers – Original Poetry
And tell me was I also alone when we made love until the sun set and the soft melodies called out our names?
So Deep – Original Poetry
Lord knows I crave you mind body and soul And you are not here to rock my body to sleep and hold me until my heart slows to a steady beat
Comfortable in my own skin – His point of view
Then finally I glanced down and saw she was wearing red pumps and her stocking free beautiful bare legs flashed in and out of the bottom of her coat. At that moment for me it was Christmas morning and my present had arrived.
Getting comfortable in my own skin – Part deux
There's such a rush of adrenalin, passion and life that flows through every ounce and every vein and the endorphins were all over the place! He was dying to unwrap the package and it made me more intent on teasing him and making him wait until he couldn't take it any more.
Finally Over – Original Poetry…one of my favorites
I loved until I stopped hurting and I found not only myself but someone to love me for real
Toni's Room 