Sunday, February 19, 2017

 When he chose love over money I knew he was a poet.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

One of my x's will read my post and think they are all about him.
Another x will read it and think non are about him.
Then there is the x that knows which ones are about him. He is the one that paid attention.

 
When the eyes talk....listen.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Let Me Lift You Up.






Let me lift you up
 so you can see every thing so very clear.

Let me lift you up
where the air is as fresh as a spring rain
and you can breath deep and care free..

Let me lift you up
so the sun can shine on your face
for all of your days and the moon will
flow over you like a blanket of peace.

Let me lift you up
to keep you from harm,
and give you a safe place to rest.

Let me lift you up my love.


Playing cat and mouse~ definition :

The term is derived from the hunting behavior of domestic cats, which often appear to "play" with prey by releasing it after capture. This behavior may arise from an instinctive imperative to ensure that the prey is weak enough to be killed without endangering the cat.

A form of survival perhaps?

He lives to play another day.

But he also has a predator.

Saturday, February 11, 2017


I hear his voice like he just whispered in my ear. He said my name. His breathing was heavy. I closed my eyes and pulled him close. He vanished from my arms like vapor. A chilling silence took its place.
He found his way into my bed. His impression is still on the sheets. I can see where the pillow caressed his head. His finger prints are on the head board. I gave him all of me to receive his love. He gave me love to receive all of me.

I reached out to him , so close I could almost feel the warmth from his body. He turned and walked away. Leaving my fingertips in sorrow.

The Plunge


Sunday, February 05, 2017

Receive and Release

All good things that come to you receive them with love.
All good things that are taken from you release them with compassion.


~ I wrote this post not knowing how soon I would have to apply it. And not knowing that the compassion was for myself not for what was lost. What was lost will just keep traveling on. As for me...I am the little girl left standing in the middle of the road with compassion her only healing source. Even so, it will not come easy. It never does.

Monday, January 16, 2017

I was drowning and you put rocks in my pockets.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

She was thrown face down in the dirt.
She collapsed into surrender.
She never turned her face toward the sun again.

The End.