Normally …
… but then … this isn’t normal today, is it? Normally I would have some pseudo-witty observation about life. Normally I …
… but then … this isn’t normal today, is it? Normally I would have some pseudo-witty observation about life. Normally I …
Normally I would have another verse … another poem … another comment. It will have to wait for tomorrow. I …
Where are the directions? It has been a long day. I decided early this morning that today was the day …
Funny how food … can bring … memories. ….. Sushi … Sashimi … Wasabi. ….. He doesn’t eat it again …
Funny. I thought the first thing I would try to write with the realistic intent of completion would be in a whole …
Total joy … ecstasy … bliss … passion … ….. Blessed? Cursed? Or? … Life intervening … ….. He looks and thinks. …
Literally. Now, personally I am a bit squeamish about eyes. Back in the day I wore contacts. But just for …
There is a part of my heart that nobody else will ever have … only you. ….. And a hole …
… No … not Baseball Season. That started a few weeks ago, I think. And no, not the Masters Golf …
… Memories of total joy … ….. bliss unlike anything ever experienced before. ….. What’s for dinner says He. ….. I’ll never forget says She. …
Well. I guess one Deadly Lightning beats a Public Service Announcement. Tonight was at the same time my best and …
Going about the daily tasks … focusing when suddenly … ….. the thing that caught your attention the first time. ….. The …
… well, actually no … you don’t have to love them. But I suppose you don’t have to hate them …
Memories rising unbidden … like a bolt of electricity … ….. A quote “You’ll never stop loving them” ….. He wonders. ….. She wonders. Life …
… and are they related? Is it like a brother and sister? Happiness and Success are related … closely. Or …
A cool breeze … a warm thought … ….. Memories of gazing deep into each others eyes … the same …
Lung, stomach, heart, liver and suet aside … I never knew Haggis was basically meatloaf. It appears I wasn’t the …
Passion … ….. Remembering … for Him and for Her. ….. A deep breath … and Intimacy for Him. ….. Breath snatched away … and …
… in a land far, far away. Well, not that far away actually. Only a ways down the road. Cinderella. …
First glance, first love … young, innocent, insecure … ….. hearts beat faster … hopes grow … fears multiply. ….. …
No. Not that. And not saving as in hoarding. Not that either. I am talking about the saving of something …
So without further ado … todays poem: Friends … Acquaintances? … ….. Pleasant faces … pleasant chatter … different places … Him and Her. …
… surely you jest. When I left my undergraduate studies lo those many years ago, I vowed to never darken …
Writing … a balm for pain and tool for grieving … ….. the public expression of a private need which can only …
… and what a variety of responses there are. This involves Facebook, a Friend and a bunch of Fanatics. But …
Counseling … a listener who hears with wisdom and speaks with kindness … ….. Every other Wednesday morning. ….. Him, for the first …
… which is crazier? In this corner, we have Google. Headed by a man named Page. Ironic, no? Google had …
By the way, I am still doing the regular daily blog post here. The NaPoWriMo blog post is in addition …
After all, it was NaNoWriMo that got me started in all this writing in the first place in November of …
Holly takes in a shocked breath. This is the second shock I have had in as many minutes. Reading Facebook …