In my youth, I never paid attention to time or the passing years. It was a commodity that I took for granted. I knew where to find it and how to stretch it. Now it owns me and runs through my fingers,.
I want a man who values time.
Who does what he says he will do.
Who [...]
Archive for August, 2007
Where Did the Time Go?
Posted in Life on August 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Life goes on
Posted in Inspiration, Life, emotions, love on August 27, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Life goes on ….
Two Septembers ago, I heard the fear in her voice. We sat in her backyard drinking coffee with the chiminea aglow, her face mostly in shadows except for the tears trickling down her cheeks.
Her fear was not for herself, not for the days ahead when the beast would have its way with [...]
Inner Knowledge
Posted in Life on August 25, 2007 | 4 Comments »
As disconnected as we are
have been
and will be
I still find it amazing
that you recognize
my fingerprints in the ether
mixed amongst millions of others
and yet
the pieces of us are
scattered here and there
and after all these years
we can’t seem to make it whole despite the miles
the only things that I have
ever been really sure of
are that I tend [...]
Masterpiece
Posted in authentic, emotions, love on August 22, 2007 | 5 Comments »
I close my eyes and remember you
small details
picked up by the scrutinizing eye
of an artist
Had I the talent
I would have painted you
that afternoon in June
on a large fresh canvas
caught every small detail
the way the sky with her billowing clouds
wrapped around you
the sun picking up the highlights
of your salt and pepper hair
and casting shadows [...]
Consumed
Posted in Life on August 21, 2007 | 4 Comments »
Beads of perspiration
trickle down my neck
silently sliding between
my breasts
another sultry August night
disappears
summer fades quickly
thunder rumbles
clouds obliterate the moon
as the last stars of summer
sink into the darkness
Like them
we were once fiery beings
consumed by the night
Warming His Robe
Posted in Life on August 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I wear his robe
next to my own skin
warming it and me
taking the chill off the night air
as we sit talking
touching souls
between bits of conversation
and kisses
Long after I am gone
his robe will hold my scent
perhaps some cool evening
as he wraps it around himself
he will remember me.
Spring Morning Walk
Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2007 | 4 Comments »
6 a.m.walking
the air cool with thick misty fog
as dawn broke
I desperately searched
for early signs of spring
to signal the end of winter
the air scented by damp earth
but what I was really craving
was even the faintest scent
of you
The Woman Who Lives Inside Of Me
Posted in Inspiration, Life, authentic, hope, love, muse, relationships, self-realization, thoughts on August 20, 2007 | 1 Comment »
In my past I was the mere shadow of a weak woman.
Unworthy of being loved, I married a man whose depth was no more than surface deep, his own sorrows buried in alcohol. Yes, saddenly this was what I unconsciously chose for myself…someone that I could love more and who did not know the meaning [...]
Some things I’d like to know
Posted in Inspiration, Life, authentic, love, prose, relationships, self-realization, thoughts on August 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
To the man I’ve yet to meet….
There are some things I want to know
about you, dear
not all at once, unless of course,
your comfort takes you there
I am ok with letting these things
reveal themselves one by one
like fallen leaves that arrive with the wind
Or perhaps they are best discovered
peeled away one by one,
like the thin layers of [...]
