Discovery

Last year someone broke my heart. I fell to my knees and cried bitter, lonely tears. I’d asked so many questions, struggling to understand. Suddenly it all made sense I filled pages and notebooks With feelings, frustrations, desires. Then I put my pen down and I looked around with renewed appreciation, for all was good….

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…

The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day

Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…

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…

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…

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…

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.