Let’s Get Real

Let’s get real, I mean why shouldn’t I? I’ve played the scene over and over in my head, I know how it will turn out, or do don’t I? I’ll just say what I’ve rehearsed. I’ll try to be tender, but will likely end up blurting out choppy sentences, losing all elegance to speaking. Either…

The Mind

Where are we but trapped in our own minds, lost in isolation? My own little utopia, a place of quiet wrestling between thoughts and “squirrel,” attracted by distraction. An illusion, where memories live in hues that rise and fall with day replaying their scenery over and over, enticing me from one moment to the next,…

Fading

I saw you, once sunny and bright and even thought I might be able to touch you but the distance is too great as you fade from brilliance.

From the Sea

I write to you from the sea where gulls soar upon blue waters an illusion of how near, yet far, you are to me.

Waiting a Pursuant

Is it jealousy really when I methodically rock in my chair, high over land and water, watching nature engage in the art of pursuing, while I wait patiently my turn to be sought after with such vigor?

Revive

I am revived once more refreshed, alive as sunlight breaches earth, gently touching delicate skin. I drift forward pressing into light, one blossom at a time opening, making me new once again.

Complacency

The battle this morning is nothing new. Its charge of complacency settles within, while I rock in this chair under clouds and sun rays, pulling me deeper into shades of grey. I can hear Your whispers, like a soft tap on my shoulder. I try to listen, but with the world so loud, I can…

Golden Eye

You spot me across the water saying goodnight to the sun before I catch a glimpse of your round golden eye, peeking just above the treeline, clinging onto twilight while reflecting off the glassy water. I scramble to adjust my camera settings, a novice to night photography, take and retake until mosquitos find me as…

Exposed

She was lured too far to the edge, lunging out into light from the darkness she had been quarantined in. Step by step she closed the gap between destination and desire, thumping her cane along her side. Just beyond the curve, steps from the rail, slowly she sank into her chair. Instantly, she relaxed under…

The Apprentice

Your name escapes me, it is the least on my mind, for I am but an apprentice to your expertise, 
 while we move through the silence of crisp morning
 in familiar places
 and unfamiliar territory.
    

Good Night, Good Morning

You are uniform, whether rise or fall, dawn or dusk You remain the same whether seen or unseen displaying an array of colors, that captivate. You are bright, warm, and I look forward to basking in you every day.  

They, Don’t Exist

I’m never going to be the petite supermodel society has brainwashed you into thinking is the right match for you. My legs will have cellulite that hasn’t been airbrushed, my muffin top and back fat will always be a project for me to work off, every little wart and skin tag I try hard to…