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…

Ocean

She came to the ocean to pray.  To walk on the cool, damp sand and feel its grit between her toes.  She came to feel the wind touch her face. Anywhere else it would be a blast of cold and bitter air, blowing through her and taking with it the last bit of hope, desire,…

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…

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…

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…

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.