Thursday, April 20, 2017




Large brown eyes that said come play with me in innocents and wonder…
Of limbs and lips, of sexual dances by moonlight waters we had seen, breathed and belonged too.
Of songs sung and written in joy
Drunken stories by campfires
friends made. bonded for life.

time would pass through an hourglass….
Our eyes would meet on occasion and we were drawn to the child in each other’s souls, our oceans of friendship as if never forgotten
You are the mother of calm shores and even in my turbulence, you saw me and smiled.
Mother, daughter lover …you in a place of peace and love.
Even now when our eyes meet, we are drawn to the oceans of surf that laps our souls…
Smile and remember, we always find each other
for ours is a place of watery dreams of mermaids
a secret club some may say…and Poseidon rules our hearts

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allen Poe

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Every thing changes but I stood still.
Hidden in my cocoon of safety, sameness and boredom.
I wonder why I felt the weight of a life unfulfilled?

There is so much to do still. So many things I have not done and want to do.
Walking in circles instead of a straight line seems like a pointless exercise but maybe...
maybe walking in a circle was where I needed to be for awhile. It did have it's good moments...
I've watched so much TV that I don't believe I will miss it.
I'm reading again...writing again even if it's to say, I'm writing again!"
I'm listening to people...seeing them...really seeing them!

My cat stares at me expecting attention. She loves me like cat's do.
Sigh...it aint all that bad.