Constant movement

Days move through
within me and without
the tether to bind the touch
of creating words
into new views.
I wandered the path
of sand strewn beaches
and withered away beneath
the blazing sun,
in between cause and effect
I found the balance lay
in a life along the shores
of bliss.
Where I have I been?
This state of constant change,
of movement like waves
that lift me to heights
dreamed by a child who knows-
time has become a friend
that I call by name and welcome,
to sit and stay, to ruminate on thoughts
over a glass of Chardonnay.
I miss these moments when they’re gone
and wonder where I shall allow
the current to carry me now,
this hollow vessel that needs to anchor
to wallow beneath a starry sky
and remember why.

Hello my friends, it’s been a while and I’ve been still here in this wonderland
of time and circumstance-but have taken the gift to create. I’ve written a few books and have a few more on tap,
but for the first time ever, have worked on one of poetry. Who would have thought, I know, right? October 12th my baby will be released to the world.
The only good thing that’s come of the Covid is it has given me endless time to work on things near and dear to my heart. The book thing is a passion that I cannot stop and though it pulls me away, it’s been amazing to get back down to it and craft words of poetry. My fear was that without the splendid images, the words would fall flat, but in my heart I know they’ll rise on their own and become truths.
I hope you are all doing well, that your hardships have been minimal during this terrible time, and that your family and loved ones, friends, and fur babies are all thriving. I’ll be back more often, as my husband has requested I stop in and visit more often (he misses the poetry morning email that arrives in his empty iPad mailbox) so that I shall, happily.

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I will dream in fields…

I will dream in fields-

they lay before me behind closed eyes,

dappled with daisies and buttercups

in a corner of my mind where peace resides.

I will touch the delicate petals

softly as they whisper to me their tales

of spring and birth to fall and death

as they seem to smile in perfection

I will become a swaying stem.

I will be in fields of memory

with each piece I encounter of sadness

and the anger stirred in restless souls,

I will retreat to this place of quiet

where I may hear my heart beat gently

in tune with the universe around.

Here there will be acceptance

and love of the simple and forgiving

as I stand on the rich fertile soul below my feet

I will again be thankful

that I am alive

dreaming in daisies and yellow bits of beauty.

The trouble with yesterday

We watched the screen while we lived the tale

Cinderella stories of broken hearts unlike the tried and true

as we crept on eggshells through the days that made

the growing bones and curves blossoming

how we still felt incomplete.

We thought we had the answers

learned from source of glamorous mags

and photos of how it should be

that in the end conflicted with how it was.

We skipped in darkened corners,

hidden kisses that thrilled the soul

from tepid boys who practiced first

on arms and pillows

and blushing we looked away perhaps in fear

of the feelings rising

and the need to be a part of this whole.

Memories of makeup on shelves

as we peruse the lipstick and pink powder colors

trying to be better than we felt on the inside

and we lifted the cologne and inhaled the scent

of the beautiful boy who bumped us in fast paced hallways

yet lingered just a second too long

and the Polo heady in our heads as we sat dreaming

through social studies of prince charming

and being asked to the ball,

as the shrill bell rings reminding us to move along

we exit heavy doors and walk into the maelstrom

as against the grey cold lockers, he’s kissing her

like a known lover

and we feel the mascara that we shouldn’t have on

fall in black raindrops

as the wallflower wilts

under the memories of yesterday once more.

There were no party dresses for the shy

no words of true love for the needy soul,

just the hopeless feeling that life would always be

this dark and lonely place

and I wonder now where that girl has gone

as she stands makeup free yet beautiful within,

where has she gone, that shy tired girl

who dreamed for the movie as a child

and now lives the world of the belle of her ball today.

Do our minds twist and distort the reality,

do we grow stronger through the acts of the life play

and though the Polo brings a smile

it is in sweetness and a hint of laughter….

where are you now Oh Quarterback God?

Do you think of those days in fondness or despair…

but then again

that part of me no longer cares

for I am whole

wise

and more than enough

living this life of my making.