Little Did She Know

A year ago today I reluctantly transplanted my life from Virginia to South Carolina. I felt I was running away, or being chased away, rather than running to something. I wasn’t sure what was ahead. I was scared. I was heartbroken. I thought for a long while about what I would write today to mark…

The Sunday Post: Pillow Talk

Pillow TalkIt’s dark, no lights on in this room.Music’s soft, coming from another room.I hear you breathing next to me.Our legs are tangled, your arm’s resting on me.My thoughts are spinning, I’m not sure if I should.I think I know what my heart is feeling, but maybe I misunderstood.I start by telling you I am…

I Catch Myself Smiling

I catch myself smiling at inopportune times It’s random, just out of the blue I might be in the middle of a meeting Or just driving, sitting in my car A memory or thought will sneak up On me and make me smile Or even laugh Even sitting in the salon I can’t escape When…

Music Fridays: Something Different

A friend shared this poem with me last week because he thought I would find it inspiring. He was right. This poem was written by 14-year old Kevyn Carter-Long, the daughter of one of his colleagues. I’m sharing it here today as my “Music Fridays” entry because it’s all about music and it eloquently describes…

The Rose

Know you how roses came to grace the world?A feather from an angel’s pinion fell,A sunbeam caught and kissed it as it whirled,And left it blushing on the earth to dwell.—by Ruby Archer

Mosaic

My body and soul My future, present, and past Are all but little pieces assembled By a very large cast. I drink my coffee black because That’s how he taught me to drink it And I root against the ‘fins just ‘cause He gets angry when they lose (that’s childish, I’ll admit). I surround myself…

Savannah Smiles

Straight out of the notebook that stays at my side, including last week’s road trip. It’s not so much poetry as stream-of-consciousness writing, with little to no editing. Texting in the park About toys, gifts, strangers, and drinks Smiling by myself Sitting on a bench Listening to the birds And the clop of the horse’s…

Loaded Dice

go for it maybe blow on it for a little bit of luck and let the good times roll they say life’s a crap shoot and she’s had her share of losses but she’ll roll with it and still give you her best side if she can ah, but how many sides are there, you…

When I See Your Name

I don’t like how I feel now when I see your name. I looked for it for so long, but it’s a habit I overcame. But now when I see it, I feel anxious, I feel stress. It takes me back in time several months, I’ll confess. At least my first instinct isn’t to drop…