Satisfaction, Shared (a poem)

Satisfaction, Shared

Written June 18th, 2013

Empty.

The pit was filled briefly.

Alas, now emptier

Than before.

How foolish of me;

I curl up in the sheets.

He says nothing,

Although he must sense

My disappointment.

He only has time

To ponder his own contentment.

He has no touches for me

Why would he?

His touches are fulfilled

But I, I am

Empty.

I was filled materially

-briefly-

But drained emotionally.

Come Home to You (a poem)

Come Home to You

Written on June 12th, 2013

When I was a child

In days I cannot remember

I dreamt of planting flowers on the moon

As I looked up into the night sky

In early September.

I envisioned a career in agriculture

Working long, gratifying days,

I dreamt of artistry and sculpture

A menagerie of colors and paints.

As a veterinarian, I would mend and heal

Make loving pets out of the sick and faint.

Hear the Thunder (a poem)

Hear the Thunder

Written April 9th, 2013

Can you hear the thunder roar
Pounding loud on your door?
Rain, rain, dances aground,
Lightning flashes without a sound
The storm will knock your door down.

Can you hear the thunder growl
As the wind rushes by with a howl?
Rain, rain, lashes in the fray
Lightning darts across the grey
The storm will sweep your house away.

A Little Secret (a poem)

A Little Secret

Written November 20th, 2012

To tell the truth,

I think about you

When I’m curled up in bed

And raindrops dance over my head

A vulnerable time to think about hopes and fears;

Playful rainfall can easily become tears.

I shouldn't dream of you in this way

But I have a hunch our destinies are intertwined;

It’s the way you always find

A smile in your pocket to give me

On days I’m so turned around I can’t see

When I have massive mountains to ascend

You give me freedom to fly with the love you lend.

Lately I wonder about you all the time

To be honest, I think you have a hunch too

A Little Extra Spice (a poem)

A Little Extra Spice

Written April 16th, 2012

She’s not so different from me-

I mean –

Look at our grades

We study;

Diligent students

We dress tastefully,

Elegant and sharp

…with a little leg

And our hair is long

Silken brunette waves

Hers is a bit more curly- wild

But I guess that’s the symbol

Of what sets us

Apart

Please Smile (poem)

Please Smile

Written April 12th, 2012

My sweet angel

With eyes so bright

Please don’t cry

Have no worries tonight

I’ll always be at your side

No need to ask why

Please smile; joyous and wide

My sweet angel

With hands so soft

Please don’t cry

Let me wipe the tears

From your grey-blue eye

My heart is yours

To keep through all the years

That you have chosen me

Fills me with pride

Look at me, handsome one

Please smile; joyous and wide

Have No Fear (a poem)

Have No Fear

Written April 10th, 2012

This world is big

Floating in an infinite

Expanding universe

Darkness lurks

There’s hatred here

But have no fear

Your smile is wide

Atop a delightful

Infectious laugh

A sweet soul

Innocent and pure

But have no fear

I’ve walked so far

Across an unsure

Endless sea of time

To touch your love

To feel you near

I’ll shield you from fear



Whispers (a short story)

Whispers

Written March 15th, 2012

A hill of gray, white, black, pink, and purplish marbled stone slopes from the foot of a tall white guardian and down into the chill, foamy waters of Maine, painted now by a masterful artist in the sky who is currently traveling downward to the horizon.

            This hill of stone rolls and has slices taken from it, and there are holes and curves carved in its face from the gentle kisses of the sea that slowly make an influence over time. Some of the pock-marks are big as my fist, others have developed into cozy caves in which children hide and share secrets.

            The tinkling of children’s laughter holds hands with the cries of the gulls and the whispers of the water across the stones. While the children dance and play and explore, the adults sit quietly, listening, their eyes far away. Watching them, I know that they are thinking, trying to find the meaning in the whispers of the waves and foam. What is the water saying? And perhaps, I wonder, the adults are truly trying to find the meaning of their lives in those murmurings.

Cold Night Craving (a poem)

Cold Night Craving

Written February 26th, 2012

Storm screaming outside

Within warm blankets I hide

Fearful of the cold

Wind howls in red rage

Desolate snow white-out falls

Pushing on house walls

Bright warm looks of love

On this night I will dream of

Escape from winter

The Tale of a Sailor's True Love (a poem, a dedication)

The Tale of a Sailor's True Love

Written February 25th, 2012

Many long years ago in a time of old

A goddess of unparalleled beauty ruled the sea

She alone brewed the storms and caused waves to fold

Sailors both loved and feared her dangerous beauty

The goddess delivered from the waves and her gentle breath

A daughter of her own creation, the fairest maiden

She walked upon the earth, a mortal vulnerable to death

Her beauty far surpassed her mother’s, who regretted what she had laiden

For no longer was the ocean spirit the object of lore

Her daughter traveled the lands, moving with a greater grace

It was her that all the men of the world came to adore

In all of history there was no more stunning a face

Lessons from Sheba

Lessons from Sheba

Written January 8th, 2012

There is one person in particular that I know I could never forget, even if I made an effort. She was present in my life for almost my entire childhood, from when I was a year old until she passed away when I was thirteen. When I remember her, all I can do is smile and shake my head, still amazed to this day that massive influence she had on me as a child.

            One of my most cherished memories is when Sheba helped me overcome my fear of the dark. Growing up, I lived next door to my grandparents. Sometimes my mom would ask me to fetch provisions from their house when we ran out of things, like milk or sugar. When she asked at night, it was all I could do not to cry. I would run as fast as I could to Grandma’s house and back, convinced I could hear some awful monster pursuing me as I ran. When I darted up the porch stairs, I imagined grotesque, slimy, clawed hands reaching out from under the porch to grab my ankles.

One summer night, my family and I were sitting on the porch, just relaxing and talking. I looked out across the field and saw that it was full of fireflies, and I had the urge to catch them. But of course, my fear of the dark stood in my way. The field was a long way away from the comforting light of the house, and handling a flashlight and catching fireflies simultaneously would be cumbersome. But I was determined to go firefly hunting. So, I asked Sheba to come with me, knowing her presence would comfort me. Mom and Dad would be keeping a vigilant watch form the porch too.

Forgetting Paradise (a poem)

Forgetting Paradise

Written February 22nd, 2012

Nestled in the depths

Of a luscious forest, overgrown

Surrounded by a ménage of sights and sounds

This should be the loveliest moment I have ever known

Yet as I lay, stretched in a bed of leaves

I keep forgetting that I’m here

In this delightful paradise of fairy dreams

How do I miss what I have so near?

Dappled sunlight falls and butterflies dance

But my eyes do not see

Cinnamon and mint and earthy aromas float

On a passing breeze that misses me

Imperfect Love (a poem)

Imperfect Love

Written February 8th, 2011

He is not an iron addict

With arms stacked to the hilt

Thinned out like a pancake

He has been lightly built

His eyes do not burn

With the passion of a dying sun

Rather, grayed with a touch of sapphire

And a faint spark of mischief and fun

Not colored with alluring, sensual caramel

The sought after, sun kissed tone

Instead he is sprinkled with playful freckles

Atop of the color of clean, bright bone

(Raise Your Voice) Things I Never Had (a poem, dedication)

Raise Your Voice

Things I Never Had

Written  February 4th, 2012

I dream of things I never had

On this freezing lonely night

As I cling to this life so fleeting and sad

Without these dreams I’d have no will to fight

And I’d be stiff and cold by morning light

I dream of fields, sprawling and green

Soft plumes of grass beneath weary, cracked foot pads

Forests and skies that stretch to eternities unseen

A family full of love, always glad

Each night a big warm meal to be had

I’ll make it through each long, painful day

On a stomach with no food and a heart with no love

On shaky legs and a mind that’s begun to decay

I’ll survive till dusk touches the grey sky above

So I can sleep and briefly enjoy the things I’ve been dreaming of

The Five Senses (a poem, thoughts)

The Five Senses

Written January 29th, 2012

If I lost my sense of sight, I could never see the faces of the ones I love,

I could never see the wonders of the world.

If I lost my sense of touch, I could never feel the kiss of my true love,

Or the touch of my child’s hand to my cheek.

If I lost my sense of taste, I could never enjoy my father’s cooking,

Or open my mouth when hiking to sample the pine and soil in the air.

This Moment (a poem)

This Moment

Written January 13th, 2012

I’m taking this moment

A feather drifting on a breeze

I’m taking it, and I’ll keep it

Tuck it away somewhere secret

A hidden safe place

I’m memorizing these seconds

And stowing them away

So I have them just in case

I find myself lonely on a cold, rainy day

Wishing for Sleep (a poem)

Wishing for Sleep

Written January 5th, 2012

How I wish I could sleep at night

But my waking dreams keep my eyes wide

And the stars shine so bright

Tires hiss on wet pavement

Passing like tumbling leaves, a phantom sigh

The music spins and twirls with the shadows

Singing with the lonely midnight train that calls goodbye

How I wish I could sleep at night

So worn out from a crowded day

That made my mind so dusty and numb

And changed my feet to sore old men

Yet energy still flows in my veins with a soft hum

I see snippets of the future on paths unchosen

Scattered across starry skies and stormy oceans

How I wish I could sleep at night

But my head is bursting with you

My ears full of a voice of warm velvet

A smile so wide and eyes so blue

I remember the heat of your touch today

And dream of the flames of tomorrow

A familiar wandering spirit fills my heart again

Beneath the Fairy Lights (a poem)

Beneath the Fairy Lights

Written December 20th, 2011

The soft fairy lights

Make the midnight room glow

Like the love of a heart

Or an infant’s smile

The wall is sprinkled with rainbow reflections

And the shadows of the dim room

Hold no malice

Wrapped in the comforting season,

A child lies in soft slumber

The glittering colors

Alighted softly on his cheek

As if brought by the soft sigh

Of a passing breeze

His eyelids flutter with dreams

A Shooting Star (a poem)

A Shooting Star

Written November 8th, 2011

You breathed life into my lungs

Took my hand and lifted me from the ashes

You dripped sweet poison into my veins

And burnt me down into nothing

You gave me everything I hoped for

I finally had something to believe in

Now you’re just a whisper on a passing wind

And I don’t know you anymore

You sparked fire in my soul

Saved me from a desolate past

You drowned me in freezing water

And demolished my future

The Love of a Friend (a poem)

The Love of a Friend

Written November 4th, 2011

In the times where life takes the guise

Of an endless hell

When I’ve reached my wit’s end

And my frustration continues to swell

In those moments when I’m beyond stressed

I can still smile and carry on

And say that I’m truly blessed