Each day is a blessing in disguise As quoted by someone from another era Another place in time when survival Wasn't just about sickness and health Or Peace and war – we still had hope Do we have the strength to hold this blessing close to heart When life takes slow steps toward an early exit …
Tag: death
Mourning Dove
Quiet nights slow slumber restless heart beats without intent You place your head on my chest as I brush the hair from your eyes I can feel your wondering thoughts with questions deep Penetrating my soul with anticipation and sorrow for all that you are yet to experience And what this life has handed us …
Wisdom Of Dorian Gray
Windowsill view of a world that has stood still for seven years Seven years and all I can do and all I can say is that the mirrored image of myself doesn't hold a candle to the image or the wisdom of Dorian Gray Self imposed isolation so many demons to slay ghosts that have …
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
I Cry For You
Walking out knee deep Fluid reflections glimmer Walking out shifting sandbar Low tide is a slow rise The moon sits stoically On a fine line drawn Across the horizon And I can only imagine What is beyond the curve Of this narcissistic planet - Earth Or the destination of shooting stars First hand knowledge burn …
The Last Day
The day before the last day of the year any year with some reluctance and reflective pause we move forward spinning like a top like a wild beast is chasing us the wind whistles silly baby songs in perfect tune of days gone by but we move forward because that is what we do that …
Death Of A Female Poet
Slipping away Into a sweet space Reverie peace maker Holds my hand Feather bed comfort Safe haven soothsayer Fluffy white pillows Lavender and lace Lulling me into A deep sleep Dreams in sepia Hints of color - and a spray Of black and white Vintage montage In the powerful Atlantic air I am standing high …
I Live With No Regrets
Wishful thinking a few Hail Mary's and an Act Of Contrition thrown in for good luck - keeps me honest when I spend to much time alone... Once you asked if I was raised as a Catholic girl Big Apple shines bright in beautiful Italian brown eyes you said All I could see were emerald …
Dear Life,
Is this the way it's suppose to be? The way it's supposed to play out? My mind is telling me one thing... but time doesn't seem to be on my side I'm kicking and screaming being dragged through life scuff marks on my hands and knees - Is this really the way it's going to …
