If we were having coffee today, February 3rd, I’d invite you in and share some of these delicious gingersnap cookies. They’ll go perfectly with our cappuccinos. Don’t mind Rocco. He’s been extra cuddly lately, along with Little Kitty. Must be the cold. I’d ask how you’ve been faring during this polar vortex. It’s been brutal! I’d show you the pictures I took of the water … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, February 3rd
If we were having coffee today, January 6th, I’d wish you a Happy New Year and invite you in. I’d make you a cappuccino with my new coffee maker and share some of the many cookies I have left from the family cookie swap. They are delicious! I’d tell you about that evening when we all gathered at my sister’s for a meal and how … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, January 6th
“I talk to God but the sky is empty.” – Sylvia Plath I seek wisdom in the sawdust falling gently beneath the polished mahogany bowl you carved with loving hands for it is not the finished product but rather the blood, sweat, and tears buried deep within its caviar ribbons that tell this story My eyes long for the beauty of paradise scattered like sunflowers … Continue reading Seeking Wisdom
If we were having coffee today, October 7th, I’d invite you in and share some of this delicious cinnamon-raisin bread. Just the smell of it is enough to make your mouth water. I’d show you the latest stack of books I received from Scholastic. I think I order more than the students do each month. I can’t help it….I’m a bit of a bookaholic. Speaking … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, October 7th
If we were having coffee today, September 23rd, I’d invite you to visit with me in my home office. You can sit in my favorite rocking chair. We’ll use the mugs my husband brought home from Channel 8. He does cooking segments there on a pretty regular basis. You’ll see the cats enjoying the new cat tree I recently installed, and of course, Rocco … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share, September 23rd
Both a blessing and a curse these lives we lead… knowing rules are not meant to be broken, only bent as unintended forces apply just enough heat to make them pliable And as we journey across time and space and experiences, it becomes inevitable, this drive to pause and reflect, knowing the next rest stop may forever be out of reach Such is … Continue reading Community
If we were together today, September 2nd, I might offer you an iced tea instead of coffee. It’s one of those spectacular last days of summer and we could sit out back on the new patio my husband just put in. The sunflowers provide the perfect backdrop. Don’t mind the cats meowing on the porch. They’re a little upset I won’t let them out to … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee…
Arcs of lightning slash the night sky bright flashes bring the storm into view cascading rains wash the air delicately caressing spirits of renewal in even those stubbornly clinging to trauma forged in enmity and loss gorged on the energy that created this tempest harnessing that power until it all breaks free, breaks free just as the mournful began to lose hope knighted and anointed … Continue reading Renewal
Once I climbed the walls of a canyon just to release my voice beneath a sky tinged with red velvet and rubies it echoed hollow and flat before returning to fill spaces and cracks and indigence replacing thoughts of emboldened bitterness The Milky Way created calligraphy in the dark and I captured my tears in a cup before offering up the distress I was bound … Continue reading Capturing Hope
Be inspired by unarmored skies Remember beauty hides in the everglow Embrace strength as you whisper last goodbyes Know that sometimes even an angel cries Time will move on with a new tempo Be inspired by unarmored skies Trace my words in the clouds as I eulogize Believe in the love that lives in the shadow Embrace strength as you whisper last goodbyes Each memory … Continue reading In Times of Sorrow
Inside my second destiny the world is touch and go blessed by creativity and cursed by the wear and tear of whys and wherefores navigating stepping stones between pretty pools and violent seas knowing I’m seconds away from drowning in dreams that are all at once innocent and maniacal taunting with signposts painted in invisible ink labelled This Way To Your Future photo: mine prompts: … Continue reading Inbetween
Sometimes you have to trust in tradition Believe in patterns of blood-red rose petals crisscrossing cold slate tiles in hallowed halls There, images in stained glass windows sparkle and whisper believe, believe and while the words uttered from a cracked pulpit by a man whose sermon cracks with utterances of misdeed may not ring true to ears well worn by time and experience, … Continue reading Heresy
knowing in loneliness knowing in loving She waits balancing the distance between nowhere and here She waits points on a map disappear as time nullifies miles and minutes and minutia she wages war against desperation and wills the waves to stop rolling and waits standing alone as cold winds blow she feels the warmth of Spring even … Continue reading Love Perseveres
This week I am participating in Saturday Sound Bites, hosted by Impromptu Promptlings and Peculiar Ponderings. The prompt this week: List five big dreams that haven’t come true yet… Five Big Dreams To find the freedom to write full time Although I love teaching, I look forward to the days when I can spend my time focusing on writing. At the moment I squeeze in … Continue reading Saturday Sound Bites — Dream
I found myself in the ruins again a barren landscape, that wasteland of the past somehow both haunting and familiar The angel on my shoulder endeavored to find reprieve as I struggled to breathe, struggled to find the horizon She stirred stagnant air, beating torn wings with the honed perfection unending practice brings My constant companion, albeit sometimes under protest, she whispered advice knowing I … Continue reading On Wings
As night arrives on the wings of ravens black and unforgiving winter’s chill settles in my bones like broken glass I retreat Within my inner sanctum age creeps slowly layer upon layer like the blankets that surround me Alone and frail succumbing to isolation without a promise of reprieve burdens carve lines in once tender skin I hibernate Silent voices whisper words not meant … Continue reading Winter Doldrums
Of blood and sacrifice and curiosity for what may be I wonder if it is worth the price of blood and sacrifice This gift of slanted hope must suffice as I travel alone on a tumultuous sea of blood and sacrifice and curiosity for what may be photo: mine (Block Island, RI) prompts: MLMM Music Prompt Challenge, Yes Poetry, #SWPrompt, November PAD 14, … Continue reading Journeys
Gifted by time’s sweet perspective, twists and turns defined a solitary kiss To heal the hurt, his simple objective a lingering embrace, a rescue from the abyss And in that moment when time stood still, when faith and trust meant letting go I felt these intentions of his A connection meant to chase away that chill A chance to erase the trials of long ago … Continue reading Ode to a Kiss
It’s a blessing, this indecision No more hesitating to count what’s mine although a tear may blur my vision This choice, a final baseline No more hesitating to count what’s mine I’ll erase those mistakes and call it revision This choice, my final baseline for a future free of derision I’ll erase those mistakes and call it revision Surely a gift from above, some kind … Continue reading Gift of Indecision
In the end, hands told the story a common denominator among the dying Some clenched in anger or pain or both grasping sweat-soaked sheets on a rented hospital bed that had taken over the room where family meals used to be shared white gladiolas, long neglected, wilt in an empty vase Some folded to accompany fervent prayers offered by a minister speaking in … Continue reading Healing Hands
the power of memories a trip to what had been I let go I surrendered the power of a song a reminder of what had been I heard echoes of laughter I danced with ghosts burdens of today weigh heavy a prison made from scars I needed to slip away I cast a lifeline to yesterday If for a moment, relief … Continue reading Nostalgia
I suppose it’s well enough for now this departure from reality It’s well enough for now Ensconced in a world of strained repartee true believers cast a spell, an ordination in this departure from reality Packaged and sold as one’s vocation Weak and weary accept the transition as true believers cast that spell, an ordination Fact and fiction dance in this place, a juxtaposition and … Continue reading Before Flight
Sometimes illusion eviscerates expectation like reverse reflections mirroring shattering glass Defiant, the faithful pursue unattainable goals embracing intent to entice new roles Wading into dark and deep crevices that lurk outside defined boundaries some are waylaid on hidden shoals sinking deeper into predetermined holes But for some who dare to fly with clipped wings those jagged shards cast shimmering points of light A beacon when … Continue reading Courage
Found a discarded photograph by the side of the road Yellowed by time, its shadows whispered a story Frayed edges framed tattered dreams in black and white A packed suitcase on a perfectly made bed beneath that cracked window Yellowed by time, its shadows whispered a story A simple wedding band there on the pillow next to a one-way bus ticket out of town Frayed … Continue reading Abandoned Dreams
That’s the thing about habits, good or bad They slip unnoticed into daily life until unique shadows meld to become one, and one without the other drives even a calm person mad Recognized far too late, these choice habits morph into those deigned unfit, something to surrender, something to quit and after many a false start, many dates passed by, yesterday and yesterday circled … Continue reading Quitting
When once solid ground shifts beneath my feet I search for solace in all I‘ve known before Capricious sacrifice, blood and ink compete Raw emotions rage, unrelenting mentor Harnessing fear and angst to empower me I claw at handholds and climb again clinging to my muse, my calliope armed only with words and this pen To rise above it, the place where falling scrapes away layers of … Continue reading Channeling Calliope
Even as she awoke in this unfamiliar place, cold and stark, she felt the energy of the sun, the same that warmed the ones she loved, and found strength to face another day, just as a sliver of light snuck in beneath her locked door photo and prompt: Three Line Tales Continue reading Power of Memory
Not so long ago, a world made of glass slowly reached an impasse At war with tenacious beliefs bolstered by the timidity of belief distorted They waited for dark times to pass Cracks begin to form — soon, a crevasse Devastation ensued en masse Repercussions sorted by leaders they’d once courted in this world made of glass Counting minutes passing through an hourglass Desperately hiding … Continue reading Never Forget
Here is another blogging event I’ve recently discovered. I am going to try to participate weekly. It’s called “The Weekly Smile” and is hosted by Trent P. McDonald. Check out his blog here. This is part of his post describing the event: What made you smile in the last week? A photo? A kind word from a friend or stranger? A random act of kindness … Continue reading Weekly Smile – Reunions
If I asked the questions would it be enough to break through the walls we build between us Without offering advice or suggestions I might have a chance to get to know you if I asked the questions It might give us the chance to discuss all that stands in the way of a chance to connect Would it be enough to break through? And … Continue reading Breaking Walls
