words from an author

an office love affair

2009-02-14T10:41:00.002-06:00

the chronicles of her

loves came sweeping

in, as fingers caressed

her breast. visual images

of the past were swirling

around her mind as

the facsimile she was creating

at the very moment, kept

her away. distant, she saw a

squirrel cross from tree to tree

outside her window.

Time

2009-01-18T08:55:00.002-06:00

So much time

has passed and

yet has anything

really changed?

Time to heal

and renew our

hearts, time to

be the person we

are meant to be.

Will time ever

really heal these

wounds we have

caused each

other.....

goodbye

2008-12-13T10:22:00.003-06:00

if my words seem harsh,
maybe it's time to let go.
if the healing of my heart
comes with an icy cold bitter,
maybe it's just the thin layer of
protection, i cling too....
if time has changed nothing,
then the distance would be...
unrecognizable, yet there it
is, a long ago memory, the past.

value

2008-12-05T22:44:00.002-06:00

it amazes me
that you could
be so cold, like
i'm so easily
forgettable.
time goes by,
i don't even cross
your mind. how
you can so quickly
turn your life
around like i
didn't even exist.
it's nice to know
your life didn't
change, come near
nonexistence as it
did for me. all
the risks are
for me to bear,
i get the guilt and
pain of your lies.
thank you for
showing the true
way...i needed to
see how little i was
worth.

sad

2008-11-10T12:15:00.002-06:00

i feel the walls closing in
it's hard to breath, each
day i take in a little more
air and try to forget
one day it will all be a
distant memory, but
for now it is here, with
me, always lingering
making it hard to go
on.

how

2008-11-08T15:16:00.002-06:00

she could hear her crying
from miles and miles away,
the distance had not changed
the ever present connection.
her voice still fresh , singing
songs of possibilities and
consequences breaking her
heart with every note.

3ww prompt

2008-10-25T20:03:00.001-05:00

loss

the difference between
the ache in my heart and
the knowledge in my head
is the amount i suffer on
any given day....

again

2008-10-01T14:53:00.002-05:00

i saw you in a crowd
and my heart broke in two
the pain washed over me
like rain, the tears fell
you were gone, your smile
your eyes, your laugh......
gone. just out of reach,
i could see you,
but you didn't see me...
i wish this pain was
gone, like the past...
a history to only read
about no longer see or
touch or feel, just be...

Totally Optinal Prompts

2008-09-15T13:32:00.002-05:00

conversations

it was just a conversation
that led to her demise...
a few short words, shared
interests and an accidental
meeting of souls. if it weren't
for the growing life inside her,
things would have turned out
different. she would have taken
a new voyage, a life lived not on
the straight and narrow. a less
traveled path would have been
her fate, instead she walked the
narrow path to hell and found
her way to the other side.

friday five

2008-08-21T17:34:00.004-05:00

It's been a while since I've posted, I thought I'd try my hand at one of the daily prompts I frequent.

gone

it is essential to my life
to get rid of the sour taste
you left behind, to become an
absent memory, i might
be able to take a catnap
if it weren't for the disagreeable
past i have to dream about.

friday five

2008-06-27T08:32:00.002-05:00

chance encounter

the secret lay
hidden in a roll
of film, years had
gone by with no
one the wiser.
until the day the
doctor spoke the
truth over the
telephone. something
long forgotten, a brief
encounter in a stairwell,
resulting in a lifelong
change of heart. will
her family finally know
she can no longer hide.

2008-06-22T01:24:00.002-05:00

So I haven't posted any poems in a while, but I feel like I need to do something with this site. I have been pretty busy with my photography business so I haven't been able to come up with anything creative on the writing side. I thought I'd post a poem buy a wonderful poet, a friend turned me onto her, the first time I read this poem it made me cry, and every time I read it I get tears in the eyes. I could not write anything more fitting for not only my mother, but I think this fits for most mothers. It is just so beautiful.

Elizabeth . 1832–1911

173. Rock Me to Sleep

Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

writer's island prompt

2008-06-07T22:10:00.003-05:00

it was unexpected,

that you would come

into my life and turn

it upside down. i never

knew how much i needed

you until you were here,

all 19 inches of you. it was

a miracle in many ways.

your arrival was late, and

you almost didn't make it.

i thought i would teach you,

about life, i knew i would love

you, but you taught me the world.

love wasn't even a word until

you came into my life. the sparkle

in your eyes, the defiance in your voice,

i knew you were destined

for greatness, with your iron will.

the way you look at life without

a fear in the world, you can take on anything.

my darling little girl.

3ww prompt: deny, smile, uncomfortable

2008-06-04T22:19:00.004-05:00

i can't deny that
that your smile
makes me.....
uncomfortable.
the moment i
see it, my palms
start to sweat.
i get that fluttery
feeling in the pit
of my stomach.
the back of my
neck begins to
tingle, with just
the slight brush of
your hand. i go numb
all the way down to my
toes and for a second
i am lost in you, with
you.

two for tuesday: poetry contest

2008-05-29T20:44:00.003-05:00

this is from a prompt over at two for tuesday we were supposed to use the line "all i remember is how i forgot", which i loved so this is what i got from it.

all i remember is how i forgot
that you were my friend. i did
not realize the impact it would
have on my life when you went
away. how i would want to call
you when good things happen
or when i am sad. i forgot to
treasure each moment, so they
could live forever in my memory.
like the time we got lost in a maze,
or went to the park to swing like
we were five again. there are days
when a song will play on the radio
and all i can think of is how we used
to sing out loud with the top down
getting the words all wrong. all the
times we shopped together, even if
it was just over the phone. i never
thought i would forget the time we
stayed up all night talking about
music and poetry and life without
kids. how you would give me the
squinty eyes when you didn't believe
me, or how animated you were when
you told stories of days gone by.
all i remember is how i forgot....

3ww prompt: blurred, illegal, match

2008-05-28T09:20:00.003-05:00

The words became blurred as she read the piece of paper in front of her. She could not believe her fate, how absolutely perfect it had turned out that the test results came back saying they were not a match. This could not have been better timing as their little rendezvous was everything but illegal in some states. It would have shattered both their worlds if the child were his, not to mention landed one of them in jail. Now if only she could figure out what to do next, she certainly wasn't old enough to bring a child into this godforsaken world. She would wait to see what her daily horoscope said, before she planned her final move.

writer's island prompt

2008-05-28T00:12:00.004-05:00

in another lifetime,,

we would spend

the day together

eating ice cream

out of the box

with two spoons.

in another lifetime,,

we would lay in the grass

talking about how nice it

would be if everyone

were as brilliant as us.

in another lifetime,,

we would stay up late

talking about all the

things that mattered

most to us,, in a world

where nothing mattered at all.

in another lifetime,

we would find each other

in a maze of people

wondering how we

could have almost

missed each other,

in another lifetime.

two for tuesday: cure and dirty

2008-05-27T12:15:00.002-05:00

if only there were a cure
for the lonely at heart.
to feel loved and have
a purpose in life. is it
possible to be in this
world all alone and be
content with ones life.
is being content enough,
is there a better way to live...
to really live in the thick of it,
to get your hands dirty with life.
i think life is about connection, to
something... a living, breathing,
being. there is hope for the
lonely at heart in this world.

3ww prompt: delayed, focus, edge

2008-05-21T21:50:00.003-05:00

closing time

unfortunately, i've been on the edge
of extinction for a while now. the time
delayed for only a few short
moments, before the end
comes quick. i must
learn to focus on
the task at hand.
before it all
passes by
and i will
have lost
my only
chance
at a life
full or
one
only
half
lived.

writer's island prompt

2008-05-18T20:45:00.002-05:00

tenderness

on an impulse
i gave you my
heart, knowing
you would tear
it apart. i felt the
pain creeping in
long before the
betrayal happened.
i needed a new life,
a sort of liberation.
it's taken time for
me to heal, but soon
you will be all but a
memory.

Poefusion prompt

2008-05-11T20:44:00.004-05:00

to my kids

they say each fingerprint is unique

but, i know they leave a mark on

you. there is a little of me in each

you, some of the good and a lot of

the bad. i only hope you keep with

you the love i give and leave the

rest behind. you are the most

wonderful creation i have been a

part of in my life, the best of me

wrapped in three perfect little beings.

i can only hope for your happiness

and wish for you to learn from

your life all the things that bring

joy and love and hope. i love each

of you for who you are and how

amazingly you have taught me more

about life than i could ever imagine.

writer's island prompt: faithful and fantasy

2008-05-11T10:49:00.003-05:00

betrayed

is it even possible
for one to be faithful
when the other lives
in a land of fantasy?
can we make it through
this life loving each
other from a distance,
longing for a connection
never to be received.
can the air that is so
thick with contempt
be breathed in to
forgiveness. a new life
something to grab hold
of tight, so as not to lose
it again. will the truth of
lies ever be made real.
the black and white of
life turn to the gray of
in between. the unknown
be something to long for,
rather than run from....

friday five

2008-05-08T12:21:00.003-05:00

gone

in a house built on sand
i found our love written
on a crumpled note. i
took it to the beach and
let it go in a plastic bottle.
i thought the unhinged
door was a sign of things
to come, when i found
your dirty handkerchief
laying next to our bed.
i new it was over for a
lifetime of tears lay in a
puddle on my pillow.
sometimes, it's just
stepping on a hockey
puck, laying on the stairs.

a song?

2008-05-07T13:59:00.004-05:00

if i wrote you a letter
would you read it, or
maybe just laugh and
throw it away.

if i wrote you a song,
would you sing it and
hear my voice within,
calling out your name.

if i painted you a picture
could you hang it on your
wall or just kick it to the curb,
like all those memories.

if i told you i loved you
would you listen, or just
think i was pretending.

And if you want
another kind of love,
you can have it, i'd
give you anything.

can i write you a letter
tell you how much i care,
can i write you a song
let my voice cry out for you
can i paint your picture,
so i can see every inch of you
i wanna tell you that i love you.

And if you want
another kind of love,
you can have it, i'd
give you anything.

I wrote this in response to a prompt for Poets Who Blog interactive and it sort of felt like a song as i was writing it.

3ww writing prompt cautious, human, maybe

2008-05-07T08:01:00.002-05:00

maybe i would feel
the little human grow
inside me. i could
touch my hand to
my belly as it swells
to a glorious mound.
waiting for life to
appear, i am cautious
to build a future on
this, as one never
knows how quickly
life can be taken from
us. i pretend that
everything is going
as planned, start to
pick out names and
wonder if i should
paint the room pink
or blue. then suddenly
it is gone, in a moment
my body rejects all that
i had set my hopes on.
another month, and still
i wait.