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Blog postHello old friend, you called me today
And disturbed the grave of a memory once buried
Do I thank or curse you for the walk
Down memory lane, you in your self-obsessed
Fantasy world sought me out and forced me to join you
Amongst the boxes and filing cabinets layered in dust
And pushed aside, within the busy confines of my mind,
Did it never occur to you that I may be happy, that I
Had moved on since you? No, apparently not, you’v -
Blog postThat door, that blessed door,
So tightly locked, hammered,
And nailed forever shut,
Why open it now?
The pain, that inexhaustible reservoir of pain,
Why dive within its murky depths?
Is ignorance not bliss
Like a vast underground lake, dark and foreboding,
It lies there, but if I turn my back, it doesn’t exist,
And I can live my life in peace, ignoring the pain.
Copyright 2014
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Blog postThe blonde fairy princess glides across the room
Ever searching for what precious, unclaimed gems may be spotted
Olivia, her mother calls, time for bed
Olivia smiles but stays on her hunt, there is much to discover tonight
And it’s too early for bed.
Copyright 2007
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Blog postI do not handle well
My life in constant motion
No ground beneath my tired wings
I so yearn for steely foundation
And dust covered shelves marking stay
Yes I yearn for a home, a permanent residence
Our name upon the mailbox
But I am not so foolish as to sell my soul to wayward sand
Or long-term borrowed residence.
Copyright 2010
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Blog postOh to fall in love again
To write with passionate prose
The verses dancing in my head
Their beauty to expose
I exist, short for words
Where once so awe-inspired
My poetic soul now on the mend
Emotions…false-start, FIRE!
Still struggling with each breath
Digging to find depth
I free my passion deep within
My captivity at an end
Once locked behind a steadfast door
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Blog postTo face fears of long ago
With each word I must profess
I want so much to write
That which may be of a delight
Yet my thoughts are dark
Unseemly implications spark
My controversy within
I say out loud, “It’s not a sin!”
To reveal my deepest emotions
I have no hidden motives
My meaning is inspired
By the muck and the mire
Of where I’ve been and what I’ve learned
In retrospective my past disc -
Blog postThough rusty, I have found my voice!
No fear of ridicule, free from assassination
I write and sing to my hearts desire
The crypt is open, the walls broken,
The freshest air ever breathed surrounds me
The bluest sky overwhelms me
I cry the tears long kept hidden, my soul refusing to be broken,
The crypt keeper is dead, long gone, vaguely remembered, better forgotten,
She was a lost soul, better left in her royal splendor.
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Blog postWe had a fight
We never fight
It was about a sofa
No, not really
Though you didn’t say
It was about money
Funds are tight
Our worlds are drifting
I have my writing
And you,
You’re scraping a living
I love you my husband,
I always have
But when you jerked away
I’m done
You go your way
I’ll go mine
And maybe some day
Your light will shine
And yo -
Blog postThe resolve of quiet tear soaked sheets
Does not the ache of painful memories ease
My mind wanders restlessly
Toward years long gone decisions made turned erroneously
How I wish I could undo what once was done
I long to hold you in my arms and erase the scars you carry
The past I cannot change and the guilt forever lies on my heart
If what was is no more than why does it haunt me so?
Perhaps it is only myself that must be forgive -
Blog postHip, hop, here I go
From this spot,
My mind a mass
Of required tasks
But I must write
Not for delight
But simply because
It’s required
Every day
In any way
Pen to hand
Is the demand
If I am to make
“This piece of cake?”
Make money
My bills a wait
For heaven’s sake!
So off I go
No, not to and fro!
But to my laptop
Oh what a sop
