Dearest Sister, I tried to write you a Christmas poem, But I failed time and time again, My simple words wouldn’t mush together into a sensible rhyme, Just harmless scrambled letters and thoughts staring back at me, Once again, I tried to write you a Christmas poem, But I failed again, and again, and again, So I went for a swim within my unconscious mind, I dove into clear darkness lured by my sanity slipstreaming a truth, And then ghostly harmony engulfed me to Continue Reading
Calla Lillies
I wrote this poem for a friend who was feeling sad, and lonely. Life and work can create stress, and frustration as we all work for our survival. Her favorite flowers are Calla Lillies, so I took that fact and married it with Quantum Entanglement (Google it) and from my brain, voila. If you are missing a friend, family member, I recommend sitting quietly and simply thinking about them, and only them. It’s like magic! NS Continue Reading
A Prayer For Peace
As those that know me best can attest, I have a nasty temper that shields my soft heart. I know I have a poets heart, I’m genuinely all gooey on the inside. I wrote this poem in a prayer form as a meditation. I hope the words convey the sentiment. I pray we can all seek peace over violence. If I give my heart without expectations, I give my heart seeking peace and understanding, If I share kindness without reservation, I share kindness, seeking peace and Continue Reading
The Land & The Sea
His feet rested within the sand’s comfort at the intersection of the land and sea,Alone to search the water’s horizon as the yellow sun descended from his relative view,Soon dark nighttime would come for him within the humidity and late summer warmth,Darkness comforted him, the invisible winds enraptured him,He preferred to remain hidden from the passerby,Unwilling and uninterested in exchanging pleasantries with a stranger as frothy white waves came and went,He was alone again; they had settled Continue Reading
The Things You Cannot See
Darkness, I’m sitting inside a room without a view, Air-Conditioning, I sense my face being cooled, Breathe, Oxygen fills my lungs through my nose, Exhalation, Carbon dioxide escapes my mouth, Mindfulness, My naked feet feel the warm carpet, Anxiety, Accepting my life’s uncertainties, Discipline, Deciding I control my thoughts, Hope, My faith that things will all work out for the better, Love, A gentle whisper that my life matters, NS Continue Reading
A Cup Of Black Coffee
As the years, months, and days go by I realize, It’s not about sex, it’s not about the physical act, It’s wasted, It’s trashed to numb it away, It’s about a feeling, an emotion, it abides the actual truth, The truth that you cannot hide from you, We try to kill it, fear it, and throw it away. Be honest to only you, It’s just you talking inside your head, It’s you talking to you, Don’t be afraid of it, Don’t walk away, Get down on your knees and beg for Continue Reading
A Welsh 5-Mile Bubble
My Welsh friends are living within a 5-mile radius in Wales. Stephen King could not imagine their reality. The government mandated this 5-mile radius to stop Covid-19 from spreading. (I wonder if anyone gets the “Hey nineteen, that’s Retha Franklin”? A Steely Dan reference… any who…) As Madeline Kahn’s character in Blazing Saddles said, “it’s twue, it's twue.” A movie that in our current societal collective climate could never, ever, be produced again. We can no longer poke fun at Continue Reading
I Love My Sister
I’m lucky, I can write out strings of sentences to express my feelings. If this pandemic, riots, protests and social unrest have taught me anything, it is that self-care is hard. I think as a society we seem to just deaden feelings. Kill the pain. As the Polish proverb, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Shun the universe, it is easy to not feel. I suspect many have similar feelings living through this bizarre time. Right? I’m lucky. There is this one person on planet earth… she's had Continue Reading
Triggered
I looked up the definition. Triggered. It is a strange experience to read a textbook definition and realize the words on the page define you. As if I were a vapid child blundering into an active wasp’s nest, you have not a clue that those stings, those barbs, leave behind a lifetime of a slow release venom from the oozing puncture wound. The red swelling had instantly expanded in all directions from the center across the soft skin like a lustful nuclear blast. Eventually, Continue Reading
Love You, My Friend
When moved I create free-formed poems. This is a short 1 minute read... I know the last months and days have shot my anxiety level up into deep space. I tend to get a bit mean and nasty which is not helpful. I am gifted at self-sabotage. I thought this morning what if we could all go back in time and be an innocent child? Thus the photo - that is me from about eight years of age. Check out my bowl cut, innocent face and curious eyes… # Love You, My Friend I would open my heart, Continue Reading