I don’t cry when I think about them The people who used to be we and us Haven’t in quite some time Every once in a while I see An old photograph and I’m tempted I wonder if I should try But then I remember The ball is on the other side Maybe one day…
Tag: life in poetry
Seashells
Collecting seashells is like taking pictures — you keep picking and looking for more, (taking multiple shots) because you don’t know if that’s the best you’ll get, or maybe there’s another, more beautiful one, still to come. So it is, I think, with love.
Waves
I wish the sound of the ocean could drown out the constant ringing in my head. If the ringing was gone, then the only sounds I would hear right now would be: the waves gently crashing on the beach the wind rustling through palm fronds the flip-flop of sandals on the boardwalk katydids singing in…
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…
Anticipation
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…
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…