Posted in poetry

Another Poem

 

 

 

Another Day

 

My eyes slowly open in the early morning light

I made it through another night

Another night of broken dreams

slivers of color like a kaleidoscope scheme

Breathing lightly, my mind wanders back in time

when life seemed easier to climb

My body finally awakens, with all the familiar pains

yeah, I’m alive because in death I’d feel nothin’

I slowly sit up and swing my legs to the side

my feet touch the floor and I slowly rise

My dry tongue cries for coffee as I reach to open my door

a small voice in my mind asks a question as I stand rooted to the floor

‘Will today bring more drama and stress?’

I sure could live with a lot less

I slowly open the door and step into the next room

whatever today brings I will deal with I assume

As I’m not ready for the alternative just yet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in nonfiction, Photo Challenges, poetry, postaday, writing

How Was I Suppose to Know ~~~ A Poem

 

How Was I Suppose to Know

 

How was I suppose to know that time was not unlimited?

That the sands in my hourglass sifted through my fingers,

As I played with life, never living it as I should have.

 

How was I suppose to know that love was fleeting?

When that love was given time and again to the wrong people,

And never to be received back.

 

How was I suppose to know that looking back was a danger?

As it made me sad, depressed and ashamed in myself,

For not giving all I had to my life to save my soul.

 

How was I suppose to know that regrets are like knives in the heart?

It’s too late to make those moments count,

Not only to yourself but to others.

 

How was I suppose to know that dreams are made to happen?

Only if you keep them in sight as you walk toward them,

Not when you forget them as you drift through life.

 

How was I suppose to know that all these things would make me ponder?

So I will work towards those dreams and forget about regrets.

As I have some time left and I’m not dead yet.

 

 

 

Posted in poetry, postaday, Wednesday Whatever!, writing

Wednesday Whatever!

For today, I thought I would write a poem. I haven’t done that in a while. Here is my little ditty. Hope you enjoy.

 

 

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Blowing in the Wind

My thoughts are scattered

like the leaves

blowing in the wind

My mind can’t catch hold

of the words skittering

through my imagination

Why can’t they hold still

so I can grab hold

and put them in order

they need to be told

The sentences only make sense

if they follow a pattern

not a bunch of nonsense

The wind, the wind, the wind

it never ceases

Quit blowing my words

hither and yon

How can I write

what I want to say

When all the wind wants to do

is play

 

 

 

**I’m not a poet by any means but I try**

 

 

Posted in Blogging, Fiction, poetry, postaday, Uncategorized, writing

Abandoned To The Past

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Abandoned To The Past

 

 

Children’s laughter floats upon the air
Spun sugar smells linger here and there
Swan boat sits in waters eerily still
It’s paint peeling, reeds growing, at a standstill

Ferris wheel, large circle outlined against the sky
Seats swinging, creaking, a bit cock-eye
Once painted bright colors of all hues
Faded now with rust showing through

I stand upon the rotting pier
Bare trees stand sentinel so austere
I close my eyes against the lambast
A silent tear falls, abandoned to the past.

 

 

Posted in Blogging, Fiction, Guest posts, postaday, Uncategorized, writing

Guest Post by Liz Casey

Please welcome my great guest blogger Liz Casey! Liz is a multi-talented woman with a big heart.

She sent me some of her poetry to post and she is an amazing poet and I’m honored to have her here. In her own words here is a little bit more about this amazing woman. She has been kind enough to send me enough poems to post every Thursday this month. Please give her a warm welcome as only my readers can do! Thank you so much.

Liz Casey:

I’ve been a widely published poet and freelance writer and editor and have appeared in lots of mags and rags across the US. My book-length poetry chapbook, Breaking the Sacred was published in ‘98 by a small press, Angelflesh Press, in Grand Rapids Mich. I currently work full-time as a Sr. Technical Writer, and I run a Motorcycle Touring Company for women, Biker Babe Tours, in Sedona, AZ. I also blog about body issues, size acceptance, self-esteem, and body love at BigBodyBeautiful.

The Stone of Love

pressing my hands against it

the cool rock pressing back

its slow breath

climbing up my arms

its ridges in my skin;

its language decoded

thinking about how you

first grabbed my wrist

one quick movement

that set the world

on end

opened the sun

inside of me

decoded my language

as I slide across the cool

old rock and lay open

to the sky

the stone now

pressing at my back

entering me there

then, you, swimming up and

laughing as you grab

my wrist (again) and pull me

in on top of you.