You would say...the hardest thing to do is a self portrait...keeping ego at bay...capturing the moment, the emotion without pretense, without the "say cheese" factor, candid...the eyes are the windows to the soul, the camera just preserves a moment. Winter winds blow and your voice like a whisper is carried by a memory of a …
Tag: grief
Your Peaceful Revery
Awakened as if violently being shaken from a deep sleep, earthquake rattle, an enormous glaring spot light being flipped on leaving nothing to the imagination, nothing allowed to hide in the shadows; any unanswered questions no longer relevant, all bets were off...issues of importance, a blank page - gone, vanished You held my face in …
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 …
I Dream Of You
I dream of you...(softly) I dream of you...(tearfully) ...dream of you...(whisper) I dream about you...(loudly) I dream about you...(tearfully) I scream for you...(scream) I SCREAM...(anger) SCREAM to the heavens...(pissed off) CLENCHED FISTS to the heavens...(without fear) I SCREAM FOR YOU...(hysterically) I SCREAM FOR ANSWERS...(pleading) I scream without reply...(reluctantly) I cry for you, weep uncontrollably for …
I Am Still Here
Your eyes close peaceful rest holding your hand a gentle squeeze ...I'm still here Sunlight slips between the cracks in drawn shades Patterns of lace dance on pale linen colored walls Shallow breath I lay my head on your chest for confirmation you whisper ...I'm still here We fall together a dream state a reverie …
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Tag H tight around my wrist black face no numbers only the second hand moving slowly in a continuous circle no stops along the way no pointed direction a loop same pace same tick, tick, tick patterned rhythm great for skipping the speed bumps in the road or taking the long way repetitive motion stoking …
I Am OK
Words in print words shouted from the left and right fearful we are falling in love with our own rectitude fearful we walk a fine line of righteousness and never acknowledge the lapse of judgement or even the possibility that we haven't got a real grasp on what is slipping between our fingers the experience …
Depression
Shades drawn closed darkness blankets every corner of the room shadows become one flattened and obscure off in the distance are muted sounds a whistling tea pot hopefully someone will attend to its needs wrapped gingerly within solitary seclusion and doubt ...insecurity has become a knife held to my throat by my own hand widow's …
