I can always feel it begin. It starts with my skin. The tingling comes first and it starts down low, inching up my leg and past my thighs. I feel my stomach flutter and then see it as my chest flushes with heat, quickly followed by a blush onmy cheeks. My lips can already taste…
Tag: life in poetry
Chasing Away the Gray
The sun’s coming in through my window Chasing away the gray Music’s flowing through the speakers I’m dancing in my chair Feeling good this morning Dropping notices in the mail My heart’s in a good space today Cushioned by kind, loving, thoughts Working on establishing momentum Following one good day with another “Breathe love in,…
Sparks
I’ve been thinking a lot about us — I know that’s no surprise. A new year brings back memories of paths traveled, promises made and all that each word implied. We thought coincidence was actually fate leading us time and again toward each other, until finally, at last the spark ignited and all I could…
Just a Date
“It’s just a date on the calendar,” he said.The same man who remembered all the dates.The day he saw The Stones on SNL.The day he decided he would be a father.But December 18?It’s just a day. The day we said “I do” with our childrenat our side, holding handsand joining my family to his. Now…
Chains
My crochet hooks have been resting since that awful day in May.Thinking ‘bout that fateful day can still make my resolve go astray. I set my project aside; there were more important things to do.It’s now more than six months later and there are still some things overdue. On my end, some of these things…
Day by Day
Day was breaking as I threw wide the curtains,revealing a rising sun and a glowing sky.I smiled at the sight and said to myself:I think it’s time you start saying goodbye. Say goodbye to weepy days, full of melancholy.Wipe off the tears and don’t think about regret.Those years were happy and full of love.There’s no…
Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas treeHow lovely are thy branches?Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas treeNo, really: how lovely are they? Are your boughs green in wintertime?Will they hold up my ornaments?Oh Tannenbaum, oh Christmas treeWhen will you ever get here? Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas treeAre you lost in neverland?Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas treeDid…
Gentle with my Heart
Wandering through downtown’s historic streetsI enjoyed the familiar sights, sounds, and sceneswith pastries and a conversation at the Station beforea final stop at a landmark shop for a Titanic pound of beans. A thoughtful note from a friend and a distanced hugbrought back the still painful loss of my dadalong with thoughts of another I…
