Poem: Intimate

When I take him

I am every cliche

Known to man

And I am known

 

By my touch

The thrust of your hips

My goosebumps are envious,

a flick of an eyelash

Makes me climb higher

 

Fingertips glide

Over your naked skin

Every bump, every scar

Is a trail of memories

closer to you

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What I’m Reading: Winnie the Pooh, Silly old Bear

Went and saw Christopher Robin today, and it was fantastic. I went in expecting some childhood nostalgia, and a heartwarming story and got exactly that. The animation of our old friends to look more like the actual stuffed animals is amazing, and makes you want to pick them up and hug ’em all!

I’m feeling a little nostalgic tonight, naturally, so reading The House at Pooh Corner.

Will also probably re-read Winnie the Pooh at some point, too. If I could ever write anything as well as A.A. Milne, I would count myself very blessed indeed!

Happy writing everyone! (And reading!)

Poem Rerun: “Togetherness” And Writing Updates

So…this past month has been a bit of a rough patch for me, writing-wise. Work has kept me busy and I think that’s part of it.

Anywho, I saw this poem in my Facebook feed from about 3 years ago.  It’s those quiet mornings that mean the most to me sometimes. The togetherness, the comfort of arms holding you close, feeling loved. It keeps me in once piece…

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Togetherness

Each warm smile

was magic

we live wild

with blazing mornings

and times with you

that breathe and steam

an eternity young and never old

Poem: Saying Goodbye

About a week ago, Mike and I had to say goodbye to his dog, Marley. He had Lyme disease that went to his kidneys and after a few trips to the vet we were saying goodbye sooner than we ever thought possible.

Although he wasn’t mine, I loved him. He was our family and now he’s gone. We are dealing with it as best we can. But it’s never easy saying goodbye.

Saying Goodbye

I didn’t want to say the words, “put down”
Like he was some shiny toy
We had picked up and lost interest

too cold to think of leaving
Such a treasure behind
to think of all the tail wags, the last sniffs in the snow

the moment before the final moment the worst
a deep sleep that hurts
One final pin-prick, back leg trembles.

I couldn’t find the words to say
I’ll help you
I’m right here
I’m sorry

Then, sobbing in the car like I’d lost something I’ll never find again

Tail wags, brown, liquid eyes full of courage
You’re hurt and you’re dying and all you have to say is: I love you

Poem: Heartbreak Feels

heartbreak

time given

love lost

to move on

without you

 

heartbreak

like the color yellow

sometimes ugly

possible bright days a head

 

heartbreak

feet like lead

days stuck in shadow

heart beats a

heavy, tuneless, solo

 

when it hurts to breathe

when the smell of shampoo

has you sobbing in the grocery store

 

we store our memories

with time and love

and heartbreak

Happy Valentine’s Day! Now, Go Love Somebody!

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I couldn’t seem to think of what to write tonight. I thought about sharing a poem that I wrote back in the college days…but nothing seems to fit the Valentine’s day/love theme that I am trying for.

It’s so weird to look back sometimes and see how different my writing was then. Back in the college days when I was writing for creative writing classes…when I was nineteen and twenty. It’s neither good or bad, just different. I wrote with a freedom then that I don’t seem to have now. I wasn’t embarrassed by my childish notions.

Life and adult-hood was so new to me, and I relished more in the freedom to create, in having a voice and the words to say. But I digress, really. No time to go down that rabbit hole…

Today is Valentine’s day and if you haven’t already, go tell your loved ones that you love them! Mike, the other half, took me out for a nice dinner and we ended the night quietly eating ice cream and both of us working on each of our projects. Me, revamping a resume that sorely needed doing, and him playing WOW, (which I’m sure if I wasn’t busy doing other things, I might be whining that he’s not paying attention to me, but whatever.) He certainly looks cute over there, sitting in his computer chair…(sigh.)

Make tonight your oyster. Be content with what you have, and if you don’t have it…go out and find it. One of the best Valentine’s nights I ever had wasn’t with a significant other. It was with my mother, my sister and my baby niece, Lilly. Us four ladies made dinner together, and watched Brave that night, and were content to be loved by sisters and mothers and babies and it was a night of togetherness that I’ll never forget.

So it doesn’t matter who you love, go out and love them.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! And Happy Writing!

Poem: Morning, Love

Nothing more sexy 

than an early morning

roll over, sleepy smile

“Morning,  babe”

One semi -foggy look

bare chested and rough hair

beard thick and hand-touchable 

God, I love the deep brown

eyes that crinkle and beckon

smooth skin and warmth 

so luxurious and sink into

until there’s nothing more natural 

than saying, “Good morning”

to the one you love

Magnetic Poetry: Morning Kisses

I was having a thought after dropping Mike off at work this morning: I love summer.

I thought that I would write more since I’m not all depressed from the winter blues, but turns out it is just the opposite!

I want to be outside and about enjoying the great weather, which is great, too, but doesn’t always mean I’ll be sitting at my desk writng…hmm.

Figured it was time for some Magnetic Poetry, it has been awhile.

Hope you all are enjoying your weekend! 🙂 Happy Writing!


Morning Kisses

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your kisses are delicious

let morning shivers

melt away

in each concrete embrace

A New Poem and 200 Followers!

Just wanted to send a quick thank you to Arisa Mameda for being my 200th follower! I never thought even 199 people would be interested in this blog, and I almost gave up on it at one time. Although, the process is going slower than I thought it would, it IS growing…and I couldn’t be more proud. Thank you everyone for reading!

And for a treat, here’s a poem I wrote back in my college days. I was at my prime creativeness back in those days.

It’s actually quite appropriate considering I was reminiscing about my college days at work today and about my British lit teacher who I had such a big crush on back then.

Now you can see how much (more of) a dork I was back then…but ah, he was my muse. 😉


Teacher

 

I thought about asking him to lunch today,

apologize for my lack of enthusiasm

Tell him that I love him and whip out my book

and beg him to read Paradise lost to me.

 

I thought about how that might look though

Sitting there across from me

Dreaming about running my fingers through your hair,

me leaning forward as far as I could–

 

I might wonder what he’d look like if he wore contacts

what he’d look like in a setting

not lit by fluorescents

 

If he might have a woman somewhere— anywhere

Someone he’s made promises to

Wonder if he’s gay.

 

Does he have an older brother?

A house full of sisters waiting to welcome him?

Their arms open wide, a pair of pudgy arms—

 

I might want to know what brought on his devotion

of ancient poets—why Chaucer excites him?

Why he gets lost in Paradise Lost?

Why Beowulf does not intimidate?

 

During class his radio voice washes over me

and lulls me into that dream-like place

that I just left twenty minutes before.