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…
Tag: life in poetry
When the Next Man Kisses Me
I tried. I really did; I tried.But when he kissed my lips, I cried. It wasn’t anything he did, or wanted to dobecause I wanted it, too. I thought just maybe, I was ready.But my heart was still too heavy. My emotions took control of me;they wouldn’t set my soul free. How do people do…
Lost
He got lost out there somewhere, my best friend,the one I could talk to day or night,sharing all my secret fears and dreams. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but of course, neither was I.We didn’t agree on every little thing, except where it mattered.I’m pretty sure we valued the same important things. We were…
The Sunday Post: One More
For today’s post I’m sharing one last poem I wrote and hope that now they’re out of my system and I can move on to writing about other things, maybe even find a story about my dad to share with you. “It’s our challenges and obstacles that give us layers of depth and make us…
Jenny Stopped Loving Him Today
Jenny stopped loving John today. Lies discovered showed her the way. John stopped loving Jenny, who knows when. He’d changed his mind before, and now again. There was always a reason, same as his guitars (not the right one), the right bank, or even the right car. Jenny cried for intimacy, a loving touch, a tender kiss. John would…
Shelf Life
Sometimes the problem isn’t that you don’t have enough spice in your life. The problem is that all the spices went unused and expired before you even opened the jars.
