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….

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…

Bother

Why does it bother me so much, and why does it still hurt? I’m not trying to interfere, meddle, or obstruct. Maybe I shouldn’t impose my values on you, or ask you try to restore connections when I only know things from my point of view. But where is the man who bought me these…

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…

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…