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living in color

Will I be grateful for my life when it is over?
or, will I die wanting more?
I hope not.
Time, and time, and more time, to what end?
I am learning to be grateful for temporary things
love, kinship, a smile, eyes that truly see.
I look at the trees,
I doubt they complain about the years they don’t have.
It seems [...]

eyes open

sometimes
there are no words
my heart simply fills with gratitude
and longing
for the secret world of flowers
and the tiny creatures
who kiss them

breathing in

Poetry moves the earth around the sun,
it shakes my soul and my being
from the shackles of sameness
into the ether,
where entire conversations take place
on a breath of wind.

merciless

downcast eyes, twisted smile,

she thinks that she is hiding the pain
dancing on a wire

to a tune played by her leading man
it is a frantic dance,

a carefully choreographed ballet.
any flat look of disappointment sends ice into her heart

there is no end to the music

no breather between sets

she must anticipate each twirl and spin

for failure is unthinkable

and [...]

the winds of change

The first rose of spring has opened her petals and fairly shouted RED to the universe. We have many rose bushes, red, of course, and peach and yellow and white and pink. They are strong, independent, living creatures with purpose and joy and love to share with one another.
They are beautiful, and I enjoy sharing [...]

only believe

My dreams are brightly colored movies that I live in, with all five, or six, senses in working order. It hasn’t been like this for me always, and I ascribe the change to my senior citizen brain.
My dreams are so real that I don’t feel like I am dreaming. They are usually pleasant, and [...]

job hunting

When you are ready, here is some job hunting info. I’ve been on both sides of the interview process, so I hope this will be helpful information for you.
If all you need is an Application:

-Your application should be extremely neat , carefully written, and easy to read. Do not rush. Bring your own pen, [...]

holidays

My wish for every woman, every lover, and every child, is to be safe and live in peace, every day and every night, for always.
I hope your holidays are happy and peaceful.

my sweet Lou

This morning we put my sweet Lou to sleep. He had a cancer and he was “bleeding out” internally. He was only seven. This is one of the cruelest of all necessities of love. Love them enough to let go. Love them enough to kiss them goodbye.

expectations

Broken hearts and shattered dreams
are the stuff of expectations.
they are the trouble after all
if only this . . .
if only that . . .
Daydreams and wishes are wasted hours
today is all we have,
this very moment,
right now
is all that we can truly
call our own
the rest is stuff,
and expectations.
If you must love,
don’t spend it
on the one [...]