Beginnings of March

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So Far

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My thoughts where have they gone
I fear at times I’ll  lose my nerve to write.

I love words specially written upon a white background letting everyone know they are in their right. They are so precise with such insight and will invade your mind with a definite fright.

I wonder can I bring them forward, can I pick the ones to make you feel, to make you cry or make you squeal.  Will they carry emotion or memory of heart break will they sing with melody to places through reveire.

Words on pages
I know can be
What I will be to thy.

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On hold

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Don’t wait they say every day they say….. just write. But I can’t write that way. I need to be moved. could be by the simplest things a bird flapping it’s wings, a leaf floating by even just the way the shadows lay upon each other at dusk. I just can’t write to please them I write to please myself and everything I write I love.

I  am moved quite a bit yesterday I played catch with my son and his laughter set my soul a flight. time spent with him is magic and bottled for later when he may not be around living his life far away from me, I’ll then open the bottle and let the magic of that day spill over and drown me in the smell of the grass the coolness of the breeze and the light in his eyes and laugher that  could never be unseen.

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BLUE

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It’s slow but at times it seems to fast. Like a fire just started and the kindling lasts and lasts. I like to emerge myself with your hue it used to be a bright red now it’s my constant blue.  Your  hunger is infectious , your beauty never pretentious your smile so sure with a hint of grandure. My heart expands for you, your my heart and soul, your my constant blue.

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Galloping

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Constant drumming, humming that  reaches their most inner memories. Creating sorrow or hope. I hear they whisper and curse your galloping. like the war is hear! it’s screaming!
Like tears their constant falling.  But I embrace thy. I love the rumble. If I could I would embrace your return. I would calm the masses of negative projection’s so they would revel in their own reflection. They would vote against rejection, and I would have done my job I’ve lead a following for your galloping.

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Galloping

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Constant drumming, humming that  reaches their most inner memories. Creating sorrow or hope. I hear they whisper and curse your galloping. like the war is hear! it’s screaming!
Like tears their constant falling.  But I embrace thy. I love the rumble. If I could I would embrace your return. I would calm the masses of negative projection’s so they would revel in their own reflection. They would vote against rejection, and I would have done my job I’ve lead a following for your galloping.

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Dear Lucy

Dear Lucy;
  I’m thinking of you so often these days, not sure why but I can feel your warm embrace. I remember all the hours we’d sit and talk, I’d mostly listen to you speak of your mom and sisters all the stories you’d share about your past that somehow felt so tangible. At the end of those stories your eyes would be teary and I was to young to understand just how much you missed these strangers you spoke of so fondly of. I was just happy to be there sitting with you. I miss you so much that at times I feel physical pain in my chest as I remember your beautiful smile, your welcoming grace. I could write about you for days so many things to say, to jot it down so I won’t forget. Where ever you are
I hope know I’m thinking of you .

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Words

W for worthy

O for not always optimistic

R for radical if need be

D for desperately soulfull

S for simply unique

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Spill over 

  When it comes it comes and you can’t stop it or try. You let it run, you let it fall from where its origin resides. 

Let it flow through the mind and extend to the tips let it drip  drop by drop to the page it will sit.

 Fluid words like liquid they spill what a thrill is to see their beautiful creation from the pool of imagination. 

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Migrate 

A constant fluid motion of lives,just continually moves and hides the exhaustion in our eyes.  Forever? is questioned not mentioned in the swift way the tape embarrassed and holds in place with such fluid grace. My heart is in that box thumping hard knowing that where you are you’ll peel the tape and and have a place. For us. 

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Home

   
Ahhhh once again I’m here in my comfortable chair under a warm lamp and wondering freely within my mind.I can write what I like without worrying of the eyes that might drop by. I enjoy the freedom of this little piece of life. It seems like a desk but in reality it is a spacious field  with endless possibilities. 

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