Passionate Fiction

for your mom and mine - connections

2011-12-06T02:49:00.000-08:00

beneath my breast
my heart races -
aches with intensity
I clutch at memories
some yours, hers
tangled with mine

I see you two-stepping
your life dancing in front of me
the scenes I imagine
cause a melancholy
to rise up inside me
in ways I can’t find the words for
only emotions
beyond my comprehension
wound around love
sight unseen

on my left my mum
the girl she was
beckons me to tell her story
on the right you hold my attention
marigolds in your hair -
a baffling connection

who am I?
who were either of you?
I cannot see the fullness of the past
have words too few to do us credit
love you - is all I can say.

*

love,
Eaton

clarity of vision

2011-11-28T03:53:00.000-08:00

I read you word for word
from first thought
through your dreams
and nightmares

each comma

period
intimate cough

every time you slept
wept
kept going for appearance sake

saw your photographs
meaningful wrinkles and
the blank spaces of lovers
who left no trace.

love,
Eaton

read between the lines

2011-10-29T20:39:00.000-07:00

read between the lines

she’s young
filled with yearnings
inexperienced
eager

determined to achieve her goal

step by step
nimble fingers
shape and cut the
fabric of dreams
glue and persistence
piece it all together

delighted because it is what
she had hoped for from the
first scant idea

little girls know no boundaries
don’t always think of difficulties
that may prevent them realizing
their dreams

grown girls often lose their way
drowned out by the voice of reason
the caution of doubt
and fear of failure.

*

this is for and about my ten year old daughter...and myself. :)

love,
Eaton

Haiku

2011-10-12T06:36:00.000-07:00

*

breath of life...
sun's warm rays dusting
each flower head
*

love,
Eaton

Haiku

2011-09-25T05:38:00.000-07:00

*one of my most favorite photos*

pale moonlight...

leaves flirting with the breeze

morning all too soon

love,
Eaton

intrusion

2011-09-08T18:36:00.000-07:00

I stood in your walled enclave
this collective dead man’s ghetto
I worried that I had caught your faces
on my camera
frame by frame
but when I looked
nothing -
no bones no pinch of skin
no remains
nothing
captured on any frame

I thought I heard your murmurings
your underwhelmed sighs
I don’t want to hear your stories
too many voices to see with my eyes

overwhelmed I walked away
leaving the tapestries of your lives
woven in the masonry patchwork
sewn on dead men's ground -
I left you beyond the lies.

love,
Eaton

idyll

2011-08-26T21:21:00.000-07:00

what dances in this meadow
in the dappled afternoon light?

a butterfly perhaps
the rhythmic flutter of
its wings in flight
surging in the gentle breeze
before the onset of night

love,
Eaton

Haiku

2011-08-05T03:25:00.000-07:00

late afternoon...
sun's setting rays a golden
glow over the world

*

love,
Eaton

2011-07-26T17:34:00.000-07:00

To listen to Emily Dickinson's "Farewell" in song, please scroll to the bottom of this page to turn of the Mixpod. Enjoy!

Blair puts Emily Dickinson's "Farewell" to Music at Detroit's Institute of Arts

from Erik Proulx on Vimeo.

love, Eaton

witness

2011-06-19T06:46:00.000-07:00

the last leaf fell
tumbled to earth with a thud
crimson flame to the end.

*

love, Eaton

Haiku

2011-06-03T23:11:00.000-07:00

southerly squall...
tearing leaves from branches
naked plum tree

*

love,
Eaton

inevitable

2011-05-02T00:16:00.000-07:00

the sun's shallow rays
grow distant, feeble -
inconsolable, i witness
the small death of autumn

love,
Eaton

Easter Haiku

2011-04-22T06:41:00.000-07:00

Image courtesy of:
Crossmark Photoblog

****

worthy is the Lamb,
the gift of salvation...
His to give

****

Have a healthy, happy and safe Easter everyone!

love,
Eaton

there you are...

2011-04-19T21:35:00.000-07:00

Photo by me: Luna

basking in your own white light
don’t think i haven’t noticed your waxen face
harboring earth’s secrets behind your vacant expression
no mouth, no eyes, no tell-tale tongue

as often i gaze at your disinterested fullness
no enlightenment do I receive

dispassionately you watch
bound to earth in planetary orbit
offering intimate surroundings for lovers' trysts
in reality, giving nothing but a cool light

i know you don’t care
you’re a faceless, thoughtless, round ball in the night sky
pretty is as pretty does

and yet -

i find you comforting in your voiceless devotion

~ ~ ~

it' been a very long time since my last post, inspiration and time have been against me. Hope y'all enjoy this piece of poetry.

lots of love,

Eaton

Haiku

2011-01-30T03:49:00.000-08:00

If you have a moment scroll down to the Mixpod at the bottom of this page and turn it off so you can listen to this gorgeous piece of music...

~~~

erhu and bow…
the sound of butterflies
weeping

~~~

love,

Eaton :))

55FFF - itchy scratchy :(

2011-01-14T03:47:00.000-08:00

Not all spots are itchy :))

I want to take to task the chicken/chickens
responsible for Chicken Pox.

Does it/they have any idea what’s happening at
my house? No, of course not.

Sleepless nights, crazy itching, itching
itchiiiiiiiiiiiiing, hundreds of blisters
and scabs - eeeeeeeeew.

Three girls, three different poxy stages
aaaaand I itch because they itch...sheesh!

* * *

Have a great weekend everyone, hopefully not all itchy and scratchy! Visit G-daddy at Mr. Knowitall for more excellent 55 Flash Fiction Fridays.

love,

Eaton

old bones lie under the earth, new bones just lie ~ Monday Potluck

2011-01-11T06:02:00.000-08:00

the bones of my fathers bleached white with nervous horror
roll around under layers of earthen life and death
pretending it will never happen
regardless, the invasion marches

across land once stolen, twice blinded
pious faces dark with prejudice
practice artifice, lulling us
into a stupor once again

the old-guard has passed away
a new set of rules taking precedence
false gods have taken up residence
invitation gone unnoticed

from a memory faint, almost impotent

words penned by another remind me
“all that glisters is not gold” and horror
of horrors, we are embracing the fake

~~~

love,

Eaton

55 FFF ~ One (wo)man's treasure is another (wo)man's...

2011-01-07T03:33:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year to anybody I may have missed, have a wonderful year!

Full moon photographed
with my macro lens-Oct 10

I’ve lost count of the times
my fingers traced over
the soft black cover of
my journal...
every stroke of pencil
like a whisper to a lover
under a pregnant moon
each word traced between
straight lines - a piece of me
the ebb an flow of inspiration
doubts, wounded emotions
and love, always love

***

A new year and so many things I can't bear to leave behind, so I'm not leaving 'em.
Yup...emotional, attached...me

Please visit G-daddy at Mr.Knowitall for more exciting, exotic, romantic, philosophical and every other kind of 55 Flash story you could think of... :))

lots of love,

Eaton

2011...

2010-12-31T19:17:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you who stop by this blog, those of you who read and peruse my photos and leave comments, to those who take just a glance...I wish you all a precious year filled with health and inspiration. :))

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a tangle of…
leaves seeking the sun
hearts entwined

.

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Morning glory vines and flowers I grew from seeds! They are exquisite and a macro photographers dream flower. The color and light that emanates from these beauties is something else!

love,

Eaton

first love? 55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2010-12-10T05:14:00.000-08:00

I need 55 words to describe
the moment
the unprecedented moment -
boy meets girl’s parents
poor boy
looking calm
breathing easy
brave - shaking like a bowl of jello

the girl is so nervous she
introduces them as mom and dad
the guy floundering
says hi Mom, hi Dad...
one eye on the exit

~~~

True story, happened at my house this Friday 10th December, 2010. :))

Have a happy, fun filled weekend 55'ers everywhere!

Visit G-daddy at Mr.Knowitall for great 55 words of wisdom, witt and wonder.

lots of love,

Eaton

Haiku

2010-11-25T04:07:00.000-08:00

long road...
heading towards home,
forget me not

~~

*To listen to this song, please scroll to the bottom of this page and turn the mixpod player off.*

love,

Eaton

Indian summer... Monday Potluck at Jingle Poetry

2010-11-22T03:10:00.000-08:00

this morning around 2.00am
not long after you left -
I walked to that place in the garden
where the stars hang curiously low
kissing the blossoms that
brushed the top of my head

I stood in the grass
my feet bare
ankles damp with dew
thoughts wandering to and
fro across my memories -
for how long, I can't be sure

the breeze picked-up
brought me gently back
that’s when I saw our shadows
dancing in the moonlight
translucent
transformed

beset by unnamed emotions,
i wept

~~

For love and the wonder of writing. Happy Potluck everyone! Have a week of peace and joy, oh and...
Happy Thanksgiving for the 25th. :))

lots of love,

Eaton

farewell... Monday Potluck

2010-11-15T02:07:00.000-08:00

A nuance of pain
indefinable in the
emptiness of
goodbye

Did we mirror each
other in the mutual
field of despair

No it was only my
desperate hope
that lingered in an
improbable moment

I searched but found
no sorrow in you

how sad

Silently I shed my tears
in a transcendent span of
pain

~~~

Emotions and feelings eh! Well not all of 'em are good ones, but they all make wonderful fodder for poetry.
Have a wonderful Monday, Potlucker's and a great, inspired week.

Lots of love,

Eaton. :))

Monday Potluck ~ practical application...

2010-11-08T21:44:00.000-08:00

birds of war hover
on metal wings
weighed down with
unspeakable things

incendiary eggs; one
for every two fragile
targets

Dresden Doll - face
baked crystalline on the
wall; umbilicus sailed
through a window,
birth died in the fall

tattered filigree lace,
monument to the
manic moments of war

porcelain slivers
sliced open ruby lips
never again to meet
in a kiss

from inside the
Church on the Hill
'V' for Victory shouts
one man's thrill -

revenge,

decimate Dresden's lace

~ ~

The theme for this week is buildings, landmarks and monuments and I found this poem resting way back in my blog posts and it is about this weeks theme, just from a different point of view.
I wrote this piece after reading HERE, I didn't get very far into the article before this poem was born.

Have a wonderful Potluck writing and reading Monday y'all. ;)

love,

Eaton

55 Flash Fiction Friday ~ Healing...

2010-11-05T00:32:00.000-07:00

For more amazing, incredible 55 word marvels, visit G-Man at
Mr. Knowitall blog.

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Stars fell into my eyes
I cried, blinded by the power
of creation in its luminary glory
my tears dripped one by one into a vial
at the foot of God’s throne - stored there
for an Aeon, a time span unknown
and although I am small,
I am not lesser
nor am I alone.

~~

This was written for a dear friend who is very ill and at the time I wrote it we did not know how serious the illness is. This feels like a prayer and understanding that God is in charge no matter what is going on with us.

G-daddy and my favorite 55'ers have a wonderful Friday and weekend.

lots of love,

Eaton

Monday Potluck ~ Twelve strokes past midnight

2010-10-31T22:48:00.000-07:00

It drifts through the dark, a chill
wisp of mist on cold night air,
a dark contrivance wreathing

Silhouetted against shuttered
window panes; stealthily pale, a
shadow under a wire strung moon

Passed locked doors, searching;
seeking entry through cracks and
flaws:

a memory, feigning innocence.

~~

I'm guessing everyone has been out trick-or-treating and now you're all full to the brim with your booty. Don't forget to brush your fangs...ooooops, teeth, I mean teeth. Have a wonderful Monday and week ya'll. :))

Love,

Eaton

Monday Potluck ~ Solitary musing...

2010-10-24T20:20:00.000-07:00

Click the Jingle Poetry button above, for more brilliant Monday Potluck Poetry!

Lakspur bud opening in my garden.

#1

I need to be clear
make sure you understand
have it exactly right

love is not a toy to be
played with, then
selfishly set aside

I don’t want to bruise you
with some foolish whimsy,
a by-product of my humanity

perhaps you already know
how much love a heart can
lose before it breaks

~~

#2

the sound and smell of the sea draw me
to the edge of something I can't name

restless, sleepless, in need of something

I watch the waves dance around my feet
mesmerized by the ebb and flow of
relentless return - wave after wave
imitating the sound of your flesh
brushing over mine in the dark hours
just before morning breaks in your eyes

The feel of salt air on my skin lingers like
your breath on my neck -
just before you kiss me

I know precisely what I need

you.

~~~

#3

I tore my words
into tiny pieces,
watched them float
to the ground.

Only you know if they
fell into your heart.

~~~

Love is many emotions, feelings, contradictions, torments and joys. Love that comes from God transcends all earthly love and is perfect.

Have a wonderful Monday and week. :)

love,

Eaton

Monday Potluck ~ Diametrically opposed...

2010-10-11T03:19:00.000-07:00

This photo is a collaboration
between my friend bowlofstars
and myself. If you follow the link
in his name you'll find a piece of
his poetry.
It will be well worth your time. :)

Diametrical Beauty - October

half a world away, a northern autumn moon shivers
in anticipation of winter's plans to cover her hills
and valleys in a cold white blanket

leaves dance and swirl to the gusts of fall winds,
blowing away the residue of summer's exhausted
heat faded days

and while the breath of the north wind is preparing
to freeze its lands and seas, a startling southern sun
begins to warm a path to the water's edge

hungry waves cover shallow footprints like watery
hands, as the sea rushes back into itself with its

imagined catch

blue skies and fluffy clouds ruffled by a gentle
spring breeze watch lazy waves coax summer out
of her long sleep.

~ ~

Love,

Eaton

55 Flash Fiction Friday ~ only God knows...

2010-10-07T23:21:00.000-07:00

I’m afraid the stars are going to

lose their brilliance leave my night sky,

fade to nothing

fear of the loss incapacitates me

my thoughts frenzy - how can this be

do my bright beauties practice duplicity,

pretend cosmic immortality whilst

hiding their impermanence

were they not set since before the

beginning of time?

.

I had a photo picked to go with this poem, unfortunately Blogger has blocked me from uploading any images at all. The notification it's giving me is that I am restricted from uploading any images until I can give verification that I have rights to the images...soooo what am I supposed to do about that? If anybody has any ideas I would be very grateful. And I'm very tempted to go elsewhere to blog. :))

G-daddy hosts Flash Fiction 55 on Mr. Knowitall, pay him a visit for the best 55's on the net. Have a great weekend everyone.

Lots of love,
Eaton

Haiku

2010-10-06T19:10:00.000-07:00

gossamer wings
swarming warm night air
excited gnats

~ ~

Love,

Eaton

Haiku

2010-10-04T22:13:00.000-07:00

stolen kiss
under falling blossoms
first sigh of spring

Love,

Eaton

Through time...

2010-10-04T19:05:00.000-07:00

Visit Potluck Monday for more inspiring Poetry!

Transported by a tympani of steadily falling
rain sluicing from the roof, I sit watching you
dance in the deluge, cold droplets
dripping from your chin

You haven't yet sensed my intent study
of your eyes, searching a distant view with
focused intensity turning the whiskey color
a different hue

Raspberry colored lips twist wistfully
into a smile, whispering indiscernible
words - a name, a prayer, lover's thoughts
drifting away on the air

In the blink of an eye, I wonder: was I
really there?

~ ~

This piece is one of my favorites...hope you enjoy it for Potluck Monday. Have a great week everyone. :))

Love,

Eaton.

who is this in the mirror...

2010-09-26T18:17:00.000-07:00

I see her
slowly waking from a long lazy stupor,
she sheds layer after layer
of drab woolen garments
opening herself to the fecund promise of September
casting off the last vestiges of solemn sobriety
expectation sun-light gold in her eyes, she steps
into lace and silks - colored freesia, marigold and sky blue
her eyes delight in the fertile vista that is Spring
She is me, I am her - coiled, eager.

~~~

This is not written to the Potluck theme this week. But, just maybe it might fit with a little imagination.
Happy Monday Potluck to all. :))

Love,

Eaton

Haiku

2010-09-24T22:13:00.000-07:00

blue eyes...
always asking why
childlike zest

~~

Have a great weekend everyone. :))

Love,

Eaton

Haiku

2010-09-23T17:31:00.000-07:00

petal scents...
leave lingering traces
memories

~~

Love,

Eaton

Haiku

2010-09-19T21:39:00.000-07:00

rain
puddling at my feet
thoughts of you

love,

Eaton.

Fear is a strange thing ~ 55 FFF

2010-09-17T02:38:00.000-07:00

under cover
of impending nightfall
colorful secrets hide

unspoken riddles roll around the tongue
the taste of tart fruit plucked too soon

and yet these confidences are
not lies nor are they betrayal
his and hers complicated insecurities
that lurk like lumbering elephants

the onus to keep the secrets safe
a burden of its own.

~~

Visit G-daddy at Mr.Knowitall for more 55's.

Love,

Eaton.

you've been gone too long...

2010-09-13T04:05:00.000-07:00

sing again summer, of your brilliant mornings
damp with expectation,
your heat-dazed afternoons and breathless nights
when will you arrive, your extremes bursting upon us
burning cities and land alike,
exhausting us into replicas of limp rag-dolls

although we are burnt-out at your leaving
the fever is sadly missed in the barren
months before your return

you never stay long, perhaps it is our lassitude
you take pity on.

~~

Summer is on its way! :))

Love,

Eaton.

it's always Heaven's night...

2010-08-30T19:26:00.000-07:00

cold air assaults my skin
heightens my senses as I step
onto the sidewalk inhaling
rain cleared air

little mirrors of refracted light
catch my eye -
puddles of celestial reflections

there’s not a breath of wind
no familiar rustle of leaves on leafless
trees: silent sentinels in this quiet night

gaudy pink clouds ride the sky,
they look like cotton candy - far off
untouchable - neon cities never rest*

It’s not truly dark here, like
out the farmhouse backdoor,
I feared what might hide in that
deep, hungry, darkness.

this clear moment overwhelms me,
I only have a few minutes before the
world weighs restively on my shoulders
it’s always like that, only a moments respite

I love the crystal clarity of this night
I’m enveloped in private accord with heaven
my thoughts run free
I know monsters live in the dark, but there are none
not in this moment of enlightened darkness

Love,

Eaton.

I don't think I'll know this side of death... 55 FFF

2010-08-24T20:41:00.000-07:00

I often wonder if you received it
and if you did, how
did you feel it, or was it a thought
a knowing deep inside, did it come
as a whisper or a cry, that prayer I said
the one where I asked you to forgive me

did you forgive me? I never heard back...

~~~

It's weeks since I wrote a 55 for G-daddy, way too many. Family commitment is the culprit keeping me from blogging...but this week I wrote it early and posted early so I didn't miss out. Hope y'all find this 55 interesting. :)

Join in the 55 FFF fun with G-man at Mr. Knowitall, have a great weekend!

A whole lot of love,

Eaton.

are your eyes open...

2010-07-27T15:38:00.001-07:00

they see you; pimped, parading your plumped mercenary cleavage,
your glossed scarlet lips offering opulent promise - hedonistic felicity:

smudged by careless immorality you roll
a shot in the dark, two single pips - snake eyes
winner takes all, loser takes the fall.

with a pocket full of packaged stardust, you stalk the night,
looking for fools wandering this liar’s paradise
seduction seeks its own.

new converts - innocents the prize
while Angels cry...

More Jingle awards...

2010-07-18T17:09:00.000-07:00

Thank you Jingle, you surprise and delight me with this award. :))

aaaaand the conditions of receiving this award are:

Seven things about me...

* I write poetry, because I have to, I want to, I love it.

* I take photographs, because behind my lens there is only me and what I see.

* I'm a mom (7 kids)

* I'm a grandmother (8 Kids)

* I enjoy my own company, but very rarely am alone.

* I wear glasses, everything is a wild blur without them.

* I want to travel my homeland, Australia. Haven't seen very much of it yet.

Ten people who deserve this award too:

* Why? What have you heard - poetry and stories

* Alice's Restaurant - stories

* Kilauea Poetry - poetry and photography

* Adventures of one sober woman - poetry

* Remergence - poetry and art

Ooops, not ten at all. :)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Edit: 19th July, 2010.

I'm inccluding, My Recovery, because I can't not include her.

* My Recovery - real life journal, 55 word Flash Fiction

So at this point these are the blogs I extend the Pink Award to. Breaking the rules, but hey sometimes they are allowed to be broken...yes?

love,

Eaton.

Sensory perfection...

2010-07-12T22:54:00.000-07:00

Perfume notes linger,
collide inside me -as I breathe bittersweet
songs sung in the background of days
lit by a million flowers
each one a different scent
each tasting of you.

~~

Just for the joy of writing.

Love,

Eaton.

ruby tuesday

2010-07-04T19:49:00.001-07:00

Follow the link to Silently Mine for this weeks Ruby Tuesday. :))

Love,

Eaton.

weeds and wheat...

2010-07-03T18:15:00.000-07:00

I want to write something revealing
bare the simplicity of all my complications.

apprehensions ride a tide of reservation--
revelation self-defeating.
with nothing in reserve
you might decide my offer is
not very appealing --
no ace left up my sleeve.

that in mind - I will preserve some of who
I really am, and present you with the
possibility of who I might be.

dishonest?
that depends.

safer by far to let you see the me I may be
securely secreting reality away from
the chance that I may just not be enough.

~~

Love,

Eaton.

Whispering souls...

2010-06-10T23:34:00.000-07:00

In the fragile moments before dawn,
when clarity wars with confusion

the distant sound of a door closing
heralds the rush of cold air
across blushing flesh -
intent on waking me from
this sweet reverie.

no

please

not yet, too soon

leave me to drift on this pink cloud,
marshmallow-soft,
soothing in the silence of my dream as it morphs

beneath the flutter of drowsy eyelids,
into imagined equatorial breezes playing with
lazy thoughts tracing through my mind-
of palms swaying, waves rolling, sand and sun...

but it is in the whisper, one soul to another
yours to mine, pleading for my return-
that calls me back to you

resistance is useless, every cell that is me
responds to the resonance of you.

.

and if you stop whispering.

~~~

I don't have a 55 this week! I wrote this at the start of the week and time and commitments seem to have stolen any thoughts for a 55. Have a great weekend/week and if you are looking for 55's visit G-Man, he's the
man.

Love,

Eaton.

what angel is this...

2010-05-20T22:11:00.000-07:00

My city - Melbourne
photo by me...

Night-time

full of secrets stalking alleys,
waiting impetuously around every corner
to fulfill dark promises made as day slips into black.

Glaring street lights see into every naked nook,
every infidelity - every nasty deed

insidiously swallowing the day’s spent light

and yet,

innocent, your beauty transforms the very night
that keeps your secrets.

~~

Have the best weekend everyone. Aaaaaand for more 55's please visit G-Daddy at
Mr. Knowitall.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday - You can always see a stain...

2010-05-14T01:53:00.000-07:00

the Adelaide Hills ~ not Blinman.

your energy lingers in
the whispers of washing day,
done on a bitter Monday.

stains washed clean
in a copper fired by kindling

your back bent to pick up sticks in this
forsaken place.

what happened to your fine white linen petticoats - when you died.

dust on dust - nothing more - much less.

~~

Blinman is a South Australian copper mining town. Desolate dessert country, hard on men women and children back in late 1800's. I've stood on open ground where there was once a house and now only a chimney. And wondered, what brought people to places like this where the isolation can destroy a human soul; or - strengthen it?

Have a wonderful weekend 55'ers. :))

Visit G-Daddy at Mr. Knowitall, for more fantastic 55's

love,

rasberry tipped Tequila secrets... 55 Flash Fiction Friday

2010-04-27T20:46:00.000-07:00

See G-Daddy for the best 55's in blogger-ville - Here

Come away with me
pack a bag,
pack Tequila.

We'll watch raspberry sunrises
drunk on curiosity sated by warm
water swims; salty skin lemon rind dry,
while our pomegranate-syrup eyes
follow the ebb and flow of tides under
a ripe moon heavy with lazy longing.

memorized rosy tipped Tequila secrets;
bottom of the bottle safe.

~~

Cheer up, Friday rocks after knock-off time, have a wonderful weekend everyone. :))

Love,

Thank You!

2010-04-23T06:01:00.000-07:00

By some strange turn of fate Jingle found me. Jingle gives out awards for Short Stories, Humor, Art and Poetry in blogger-ville. I am the fortunate recipient of three, uh huh...three awards. Took me by delighted surprise. Thank you Jingle and to Kumiko Mae who brought about this strange turn of fate by nominating my blog.

Jingle’s Happy Moment Cross Culture Poetry Award

Aaaaaand the You Are Awesome award. Who me...yeah!

May award, just because it's May.

Thanks Jingle and everyone who comes to visit, for the fun and the enjoyment of being read and recognized.

Love,

Oceanic disturbance

2010-04-09T03:26:00.000-07:00

Restless white tipped waves challenge my mood.
Tease me to soar through
soft
feathered
distant winds.

Searching depths darker than the indigo of night,
bluer than my eyes.

I turn my head back to where I came from,
my day dream broken.
Snapped back. Splintered on a sharper reality;
senses heightened.

Liberated by my flight.

~~

Happy, happy weekend to everyone! :))

If your in the mood for more 55's, visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall, or if you fancy writing a 55 G-daddy is the man to see.

Two Ruby Tuesdays...

2010-03-29T18:08:00.000-07:00

Tuesday is photo day for me on Silently Mine, the Ruby Tuesday meme. I forgot to post last weeks link, so...this week there are two links to my Red photos. Happy Ruby Tuesday y'all. ;)

Retro Ruby Tuesday

Brought back from the brink of delete

Love,

Some days just are...

2010-03-26T04:46:00.000-07:00

The day has turned bleak
like a leaf tossed to and fro in the wind.

Helplessly caught between sky and earth.

Blown off course, lost to a destination, alone,
directionless.

The moment gone - as is the leaf from the
parent tree, restlessly yearning for the
safety of its umbilicus: the nurturing warmth of connection.

~~~

The days are still sunny and warm, hot even and humid, but the change is in the air...the mornings are chilly and the dew on the grass is heavier. Most of all the air feels and smells different. Our trees haven't changed color yet, I'm looking forward to that - lots of potential photographs.

If your in the mood for more 55's to enjoy visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall, or if you fancy writing some 55's, G-daddy is the man to see.

Have a wonderful Friday y'all. :))

Love,

Ruby Tuesday

2010-03-15T18:16:00.001-07:00

Follow this link ---> Something in the bag...for my Ruby Tuesday photos. They're mighty cute this week. :))

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday & Through Time

2010-03-09T18:29:00.000-08:00

Something a little different from my pen this week. I had thoughts of other things but they needed more concentration and thought than I had space for amongst all the people in my house today...promised myself I would start earlier in the week for the 55, but that didn't happen either. At least I have an offering this week.

Have a great weekend everyone! :))

More 55 links here! Go visit G-Daddy on Mr. Knowitall and join in the fun.

Paw prints in dewy grass
tracked in the morning light
across the deck down to the
parsley patch - tastes like lollies
to a rabbit sniffing the dawn air.

He smells Autumn's arrival tempered
with a lazier, softer ambiance
than the Summer just passed,
with its the electric heat that
dripped humidity under a blazing sun.

P.S. you might like to read the other poem in this post...check below.

Borrowed Image
by George Eastman.

Transported by a tympani of steadily falling
rain sluicing from the roof; I sit, watching you
dance in the deluge, cold droplets
dripping from your chin.

You haven't yet sensed my intent study of
your eyes searching a distant view with
focused intensity, turning the whiskey color
a different hue.

Raspberry colored lips twist wistfully
into a smile, whispering indiscernible
words--a name, a prayer, lover's thoughts
drifting away on the air;

In the blink of an eye, I wonder: was I
really there?

~~

Love,

Promises...55 Flash Fiction Friday

2010-02-19T05:30:00.000-08:00

It's really late and i have to go to bed so I can work tomorrow night (not fall asleep on the job) ...I will be around the 55's over the weekend, enjoying and commenting. Have a great weekend 55'ers! :))

Visit Galen at Mr. Knowitall for more fascinating 55 Flash Fictions.

I can't help but fall into your promises

your eyes do that to me, make me want
to hum lullabies to unborn babies. Uncover
mysteries that glint in the sunlight between
a man and woman

Some promises are like that
like a fat sleepy cat stretched out
on a windowsill; purring - satisfied

Slipping into you

Love,

Dreaming... 55 Flash Fiction Friday

2010-02-12T04:53:00.000-08:00

Dreams dreamed in the dark of night
change form and substance by the light of day

dreams dreamed in dazzling daylight lose themselves in the hush of the midnight hour.

The rose turns to black when the deepest
set of night closes over its red flushed petals, changing substance into shadow.

Assuming the rose survives the night
will daylight redefine its scented, velvet texture.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone...a snowy one for many of my American friends. :))

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday - Insoluble

2010-01-29T01:47:00.000-08:00

A borrowed pic, at odds with the poem?

An insoluble trickle of tears illuminating fears

leaked from past encounters licking scabbed
wounds.

Compounded by loneliness, tested in the

oven of ire, fired in the kiln of passion, eager

for recompense.

Bound by a pitiably unending framework

of emotions.

Tangled in cords unraveling

thread by thread each strand of

angry frustration...

desperate,

seeking revenge.

Have a great Friday and weekend 55'ers. It's good to be back in the land of writing! :)

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Love,

2010...here we go again - 55 Flash Fiction Friday

2010-01-01T01:08:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Wishing everyone an inspired year, full of joy and fulfillment...
and most importantly - love.

Momentous incidentals illuminate
eloquent reflections,
shouting from a shallow mirror
as moments tick by on an irresistible schedule,
tracking each memory whisked past the eye
beyond the speed of recognition, captured
for a second then left to fly swiftly away
sounding silently a sigh.

Each laugh heralding a cry - from end to end beginning again.

~~

Have a wonderful weekend and stop by G-Man via the link below, to read more fabulous 55's.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Love,

Angel's View

2009-12-27T04:49:00.000-08:00

I have a guest post on Writer's Retreat Blog today. It's a poem I haven't blogged before. I entered it in a competition on SplashHall Poetry Boards and Forums, didn't win, but it was a great opportunity for me to brave up and submit a piece to the competition.

If you have a moment to read it, click HERE

Love,

Eaton

'tis the season...

2009-12-25T02:01:00.000-08:00

To all my friends in foreign parts.

It's been a year of growth and challenges for me and all the people I know in the blogaverse.

I sincerely hope the coming year is good to us and affords many opportunities to continue our growth.

Have a great Christmas dear friends and a wonderful New Year.

Love,

Follow the link in this post for my Ruby Tuesday photos...

2009-12-21T20:49:00.000-08:00

I posted some pretty photos of Melbourne wearing splashes of red. Click HERE to view them and to visit other Ruby Tuesday participants.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday

2009-12-17T03:12:00.000-08:00

As a mom one of the hardest things to watch happen, is that of a teenage daughter or son making the slow, often painful transition into adulthood. I'm on my sixth teenager, two boys and four girls. And despite what I initially thought, it does not get any easier.

Each child has his or her own personality and pressure points. Some will make the changes with little or no drama, others will fight all the way, with defiance and anger.

In this day and age it is a terrifying prospect. The dangers are multitude. Nothing like when my first son or his brother took on the world to see what they were made of.

There are now drugs that make girls infertile for life or eat away at the brain and leave people like vegetables...

I'm very fortunate to have my faith in God and have a place to take all these serious, very real concerns in prayer. But I sense a rocky road ahead. I don't want to be the cause of my daughters frustration and anger and have her turn to darker places to find answers.

So, now I have to practice what I preach...trust, love and patience. ~ sigh ~

Have a wonderful weekend everyone. If you haven't played a 55 yet, go visit G-Man over at Mr.Knowitall and join in. :)

Visible behind her innocent blue eyes
fervent budding of new insights taking
flight, a color burst of dreams unfurling,
erupting into life--colliding with an age old
darkness pretending to befriend.

Whispering easy lines, slyly implying - no danger.

All the while seduction is weaving its malignant
fiction, promising treasures, glorifying vice.

Insinuating purity's absolute obsolescence.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Love,

Waste paper, waste words.

2009-12-03T01:51:00.000-08:00

I left you lying in the dirt, right along with
my black words on white paper. Angry questions,
muddied under your faint footprint on once
pristine paper.

You never had any vision.

I wonder back over those aggression filled fights,
the insistence that all was right, fathomless nights,
circling back a full circle - ending now.

~~

During the week, as I was walking to my car, I stepped over a piece of paper that somebody else had stood on...something about that paper called me back to take a look at it. That something, was a hand written statement:

"It's not fair for you to take everything I say and turn it into a fight."

Strange where inspiration will spring from...even someones adversity.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

love,

Eaton

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-10-30T02:24:00.000-07:00

Indigo blue, indelible in a crease-less velvet
sea of stars, securely woven into the fabric
of night, oblivious to the naked search
of an eye

Lone stars reflect a single poignant truth,
witnesses to an unfolding destiny, undeniable
in brilliant clarity - observed in a period of
time intoned in the voice of an angel.

~~

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Spring is here and looking her very best in Melbourne. It's warm and sunny, with a whole lot of humidity...very inspirational for writing 55's. Have a wonderful weekend everyone. :)

Love,

Eaton

If there is a secret to be had, a woman will find a way to get at it...

2009-10-27T05:47:00.000-07:00

A cacophony of invisible innuendo slyly ties each voice together,
whispers loudly infer: she is the bejeweled, king's ransom.
Gowned 'round her bountiful waist, exotic silk and lace dance a
flurried sweep of fluid movements, beckoning all to her call - femme fatale.

beware...
transparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State,
on breasts incandescent in 1000 watt candle light. Diamond
bright eyes beguile with a sultry smile, coquettishly implied behind
the flutter of a feathered fan;

with a flick of her delicate wrist,
a twist of ruby red lips,

subtleties she employs to expose lies to spies in a game named - Seduction.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday

2009-10-23T03:19:00.001-07:00

Love's words rob me of breath, my mind's-eye viewing images your thoughts create, the thrill of each intense sentence opening windows in the mind to view a visual epiphany curling around each neuron, slowly sliding along ecstatic nerves begging anticipated graphic phrases - a delight to hungry eyes that espy the purpose and their meaning.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

There's something special about finishing the working week with a 55! Have a wonderful weekend everyone. :)

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-10-09T06:35:00.000-07:00

For all of us who struggle from time to time with an utter lack of inspiration.

Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy & Prosperous New Year! :)

***

I write on the edge of words
searching for insistent wisps,
teasing glimpses that dance out of reach
circling the peripheral corners of my mind,

lack of letters dangling from the end of my pen; no beginning - no end.

Mysterious thoughts leaking black for lack of illumination, leave me in a
state of agitated stagnation

****

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Love,

Eaton

Nullabor lizzard lounge...

2009-09-25T06:27:00.000-07:00

Have a wonderful weekend everyone... :)

Snake black bitumen mirage, slithering sleekly over heat shimmered sands glazed flame red,
sketching a lonely horizon attached to azure blue skies.

Hidden lizards fear for their parched flesh
in moisture-less air fired by a zenith sun.
Skeletons bleached bone white.

Not a sound heard on silent air; but
the scream of heat rising.

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Early this morning when nothing looked like it should...

2009-09-20T21:40:00.000-07:00

Five days into a 30/30 poetry challenge on The Tin Roof Alley Poets

I thought I knew

In the early morning light
everything looked bright
normal--like it was right.
I left love seemingly the same
slept, awoke and found it changed.

It was the same, the day before,
today, forevermore. At least I
thought it was; don't tell me anything else.

Love never comes to an end.

I forgot about the dark traces, hiding in stark places,
wounds whose stitching broke open
blurting hurts and seemingly easy dreams; my
humanity spoke with a roar.

If I let the pain fester, allow it to flow, how will I
grasp and hold fast. If I bury my treasure, will I become
shadow dancing between black cracks.

Love never comes to an end.

When I am no longer flesh and blood, will I be
flaming bitterness in a waterless place

or

Love that never comes to an end.

Love,

Liquid mysteries...

2009-09-04T04:47:00.000-07:00

Lunar lapses hide behind white cloud patches,
spot-lit seaweed scented memories roll and pitch
across uncharted maps, gull's wings flap, soar on
currents blown south across an unknown ocean
from Gulf Somewhere.

Waves of sea green froth roam sands beyond
the horizon, flat-lined on white peak mysteries,
spoken of by bold old mermaids.

~~

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Wow! How fast did this weekend roll around? Have a great one everyone. :)

Love,

No promises made or kept...

2009-08-28T05:16:00.000-07:00

Photo borrowed from Stumbleupon, so long
ago I can't even remember who I should
acknowledge.

Just a little piece of fun...nothing serious intended. :)

Frustratingly hard to fathom,
the deflection of your affection

I'm the same, you're the same,
what made you turn from
my direction

I'm feeling bad, mad as hell,
spurned--not taking it well

Cursing and yelling,
my thoughts are shallow,
emotions hollow;
the echo of your voice
will follow me into
tomorrow.

~~

Have a wonderful weekend everyone...

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-08-13T20:53:00.000-07:00

Photo by:
Lay_down_by_x_dodo_x

fluid blues meandering down my spine
each finger tip a rhythmic trip unlocking
muscle knots, easing tension lines

seeking dip and dimple, simple to
explore; slipping, dipping, skimming
every cell and pore, soothing, smoothing
pressure points, tissue begging more

stroking, kneading, stress releasing each
warm sweep of oil:

your finger pressure;
a measured treasure--pleasure.

~~~

It's Friday aaaaaaand the weekend, hope yours is a good one... :)

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Wicked ways...

2009-07-31T05:27:00.000-07:00

Stilettos--sarcasm sharp
balance a hurricane smile
painted slick licks on glossed lips
red leather twists, punctuated
sway on staccato hips
a shrug, a glance; possessed
of the chance to assess you,
with a black eyed stare, calculated
flair, she does not care.

a flash of passion, puerile fantasy
flagrantly unfaithful,
her seductive design: divine.

Have a fun Friday and weekend everyone...

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Temporary in Time...

2009-07-17T04:49:00.000-07:00

a temporary time and place
woven between green leaf lace dark
space, he sits listening to thunder,
mesmerized by lightning, waiting for
rain to spill; splashing a musical refrain
upon his face upturned in the untamed night.
A smile lighting deep brown eyes. In the silence
I hear him whisper, "darlin', here comes the rain."

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Allusive by Night...

2009-07-10T03:55:00.000-07:00

Dream-scape sky, in your vast silence
hear a beloved's cry, call to a distant lover--a sigh,
whose visage sought by darkest night, a star ship
sailing stellar streams of moonbeams;

seeking to return the favor amidst iced crystal
drops found halo bright, held tight by southern lights;
Come love, behold the constellations within His embrace.

If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will happily
pay you a visit.

Looking forward to reading lots of 55's this week. Have a great Friday and weekend. :)

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-07-03T04:25:00.000-07:00

Balanced precariously on the edge
a mile wide chasm gaping before me;
to step, or not to step.

The fall holds no interest
only the view; a kaleidoscope
vortex of past, present and future
clothed in diaphanous dreams

Pearlescent possibilities born on
the rise--a rare blue moon
rich
inexhaustible
compelling

Take flight, my heart begs.

If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will happily
pay you a visit.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-06-26T02:15:00.000-07:00

I tore you apart
scattered your body
across the cosmos;
each piece a trillion stars,
blazing, sparkling, lighting
the night sky with their
brilliance.

My burning hands gathered
you, broke open your chest,
returned to you
each radiant star that
sizzles around
your heart
fills your void
gives you back to yourself
reborn, renewed;

Alive.

~ ~

Have a wonderful Friday and weekend everyone. Love to you all.

If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will happily
pay you a visit.

Fallen starlet...

2009-06-12T05:22:00.000-07:00

Here's hoping y'all have a fun Friday everyone, go have yourselves a wild time. :)

Faded beauty splintered, exposed, in the silver
slivered glass fallen dirty to the floor. Pearls of
broken promise run in concentric circles ever
around a love begged Utopia, never found.

The past mistaken for the present
a parade of faces, places and memories
masked by doubt; grasp a half mast future
at the last gasp.

~~

If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will happily
pay you a visit.

Love,

Ruby Tuesday

2009-06-09T05:22:00.000-07:00

This weeks Ruby Tuesday is a small corner of near where I live. Follow this link Silently Mine, to see the photos. And if you would like to see more Ruby Tuesday photos, visit MARY/THETEACH at Work of the Poet.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-06-05T07:05:00.000-07:00

It drifts through the dark, a chill wisp of mist on cold night air. Slowly writhing across the river; a dark contrivance wreathing here and there. Silhouetted against misted window panes. Stealthily, a shadow under a rare blue moon. Passed locked doors, seeking entry through cracks and flaws--the memory, I must not allow in.

Have a wonderful Friday everyone. It's past midnight and I have just finished work, I need sleep. I will catch up with with your 55's later, on Friday.

If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will pay you a visit.

Love,

Ruby Tuesday - Country Rubies...

2009-06-02T05:00:00.000-07:00

This week's Ruby Tuesday photos, Country Rubies, are up on Silently Mine...Ruby Tuesday is hosted by MARY/THETEACH at Work of the Poet.

Have a great Ruby Tuesday!

Love,

Flights of fancy...

2009-05-28T18:50:00.000-07:00

The edge of Israel and the Mediterranean Sea 1998

I dream of far off
distant places,
faces formed in a
cloudless eye

If I could,
I would,
jump a plane
forgo all plans of fame,
leave no forwarding
address; respectfully
dump my mobile phone

it's the face of free
grace I crave,
tied to no one place.

I thirst to fly far and away

~~

This week has been another crazy one, time has not been on my side at all. Some family members have been sick with a flu virus (nope, not piggy flu), one son-in-law has had chronic bacterial Pneumonia. I guess just the general pattern of life has been busier than usual. Perhaps that has prompted my day dreaming about travel. Hmmm, not maybe; definitely!

If you have a spare minute or two, scroll down a tiny way, to my last post. It's a poem I think you might enjoy. It's different, something a little...cheeky! There are photos with it, I took them.

Have a wonderful Friday and enjoy Spring, it's cooling down rapidly here. But doubtful it will get as cold as y'all experience in your winter.

If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will pay you a visit.

Love,

In the garden of good and...

2009-05-27T22:32:00.000-07:00

Flirtatious Calyx
resplendent, ripe
aroused between
petal folds

provocative stamens
insinuate;
a fertile flower in heat

suggestive suggestion;
the flower to the bee

Lascivious little bee,
come, spin my floral axis
reproduce me.

Botanical sex

~~

I took the photo of the bee last year and the other photos a few weeks ago, between the end of summer and beginning of Autumn/Fall. One of the photos appeared on my Ruby Tuesday and the other on a Thursday Thirteen. The rest are new and go with this poem, that wrote itself in my head as I was driving to work last night.

Hope you enjoy both the photos and the poem. Not sure what category the poem fits into, naughty probably...

PS: If you want to see the bee, you have to scroll to the last photo and I would suggest clicking on the pic to get all the details.

Love,

Heroes and Heroins

2009-05-22T06:19:00.000-07:00

My hero flails
no anchor to steady
his course

Adrift on becalmed seas
time and tide compete to
draw him down

Be careful love,
below lies a watery grave

Do not purchase that one
way ticket yet. There is a
place, a harbor dry and safe.

I know the way
although
I've never been there.

Your Friday is starting as mine is finishing and the weekend is getting closer by the second. Can't think of a better way to end the working week, than with a 55. I'm off to bed, I'll be around to read your 55's tomorrow (my Saturday), hope y'all have the best Friday ever. :)

If you've written a 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will pay you a visit.

Love,

Wordless Wednesday - Brighton, Melbourne

2009-05-20T06:05:00.000-07:00

Love,

Thoughts of the state of the world...

2009-05-18T18:30:00.000-07:00

Poverty by go1985 at deviantART

The Cry is not

against the rich
just how they got it
fatted calves with
greedy eyes who
peruse with distaste
the poor as they
grovel for more

Love,

Catching fog...

2009-05-18T07:23:00.001-07:00

I've been practicing taking photos from a moving car, again. This time I found some early morning fog about an hour and a half north west of Melbourne.

It's not so easy getting a photo from a moving vehicle. But I get kinda determined to do something and that's it. I am always deleting photos that are purely practice shots, otherwise my computer would be overflowing with snaps...certainly not all good ones, let me tell ya!

These photos are just practice shots too, but ones I liked enough to keep and show.

No, I don't have any poetry ready today, well not yet anyway, maybe later on in the day. The reason? I've been reading Stephen Crane's works, and got so caught up in his poems that I forgot I was writing one of my own.

Here's a sample of his work.

There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamour of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
I'm guessing he is no stranger to you guys, as he is an American poet. But he is a revelation to me, thanks to Walking Man pointing me in his direction.

Have a great Monday! Yeah I know no one ever thinks of Monday's as great, but they could be; they're full of all sorts of possibilities. :)

Love,

Royal Pink!

2009-05-14T22:04:00.000-07:00

This week I'm giving you a nonsensical peek at me...um, my life that is. Poetry seemed beyond me today, who knows why, I sure don't! But I do have something to throw into the 55 pot and that's good, right? :)

Washing dishes, thinking about 55 words, I look up and catch a garish pink hue reflected in the window.

I'm still wearing the gaudy, hot pink crown adorned with fake jewels, my very own eight year old pretend princess, plonked on my head an hour ago.

By her hand, all is right in my day!

~~

Her crown is sparkly emerald green and looks much better on her pretty head than mine does on me. But hey, I do look kinda cute!

If you've written a 55 word story, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he
will pay you a visit.

Love,

BIG Blue Thunderbird

2009-05-13T02:10:00.000-07:00

What can I say...I love vintage cars. :)

She was inside the back windscreen of the Thunderbird. I think she is adorable and a lot retro, straight out of the late 60's.

Have a great Wednesday!

Ruby Tuesday

2009-05-12T19:05:00.001-07:00

My Ruby Tuesday is on Silently Mine. There are lots more fabulous Ruby Tuesdays at MARY/THETEACH

Love,

An additional something special...

2009-05-10T19:29:00.000-07:00

Photo borrowed from
Dan Heller
Photography
Click link for more amazing stairways.

Mother to Son by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

~~

I just have to post this poem by Langston Hughes. I have never ever read anything of his before and this is beautiful. A very apt addition to Mother's Day. I know it's almost over in the Northern Hemisphere and I hope it has blessed every Mom with love.

Love,

Mother's Day!

2009-05-10T06:14:00.000-07:00

I was totally unprepared
for for that first look into
your innocent face
the instinct to protect and
nurture overwhelming

no previous experience could
have prepared me for the
moment when selflessness
was required twenty four
hours a day

or for the countless sleepless
nights the first temperature
and cutting teeth

nothing prepared me for the
love that lasts way beyond
childhood into rebellion and
out the other side--an adult

But here I am
a mom

still so often unprepared
for you or motherhood

I've been a mom a long time now, (not giving away how long, that would be too telling) and I see Mother's day as just another one of those Hallmark card days, consumerism the name of the game. Never have really promoted it in my family, but have been fortunate enough that my kids care and pay me special attention on the day. They love me, really love me.

There have been times I've failed them, not been what they expected. Unable to give of myself for one reason or another. They still love me!

Those kids of mine have led me on an incredible journey filled with exasperation, fear, joy and some emotions and feelings I'm not sure I can even name. The ones I can't name are probably the ones that keep me up nights and frighten the heck out of me. So... here's to Motherhood and my sister Moms all over the planet, have a wonderful day. I got a feeling you deserve it.

PS: Thanks to the Daddy's who made us mommy's :))

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...The End

2009-05-07T22:01:00.001-07:00

The End

I read a book
about a woman
and war
words of sorrow
rained down in a
torrent
drenched with
bitter regret

it could have been
me I was reading

or any woman
for that matter

it wasn't me

for that I cried in vain
sad defeat in a woman
tormented

until

almost

the final end

~~

I didn't intend to be away from blogging for so long, but this week has been filled to overflowing with Real Life. But it's good to be back. I've missed everyone. I'm looking forward to catching up with all of you. Have a wonderful Friday everyone. :)

If you've written a 55 word story, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he
will pay you a visit.

Love,

Poem a day challenge...55 Flash Fiction Friday

2009-05-01T05:48:00.000-07:00

Day 30 Prompt: Farewell

A nuance of pain
indefinable in the
emptiness of
goodbye

Did we mirror each
other in the mutual
field of despair

No it was only my
desperate hope
that lingered in an
improbable moment

I searched but found
no sorrow in you

how sad

Silently I shed my tears
in a transcendent span of
pain

~~

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This is my final poem for the Poem a Day Challenge at Poetic Asides. I don't know if I'm sad or relieved. Perhaps a little of both. I'm so glad I completed the 30 days. There were days when it was really hard to get a poem done, all sorts of things cropped up. But my 30 poems are proof that when I am determined, look out!

To all of the people who read my poems and encouraged me, a great big thank you.

I'm going out of town for the next four days and I don't know what time I will have for writing and blogging...hopefully I'll be able to snatch some time from some where.

Love,

An email I recieved today...

2009-04-30T20:54:00.000-07:00

Subject: Extreme Grooming

These are all poodles that entered in some contest named Extreme Grooming .

Camel

St. Patrick's Day

Cock-A-Poodle-Doo

Gone Fishing

Ninja Turtle

Vineyard

Fallen Soldier
(he is missing a leg to Cancer)

Clydesdale

Peacock

Buffalo

If you don't pass this along, a dog
will come out and pee on your computer!

(((((Poof! )))))

I couldn't resist posting this crazy bunch of photos...who would do this to their dogs, I ask you? Humiliation or extreme love or just plain nuts? I had to pass this on, couldn't take the risk of the above happening. :))

Love,

Poem a day challenge...second last day!

2009-04-30T06:49:00.000-07:00

Day 29 Prompt: Never...

Never be the same

Words fell from my mouth
I couldn't stop them
realities you didn't expect

I hadn't considered the
impact
not one thought at all

never be the same
echoes in my head

thing is

I don't believe I would
alter a word even if it
changed your mind

sadly from a distance
I remain most tenderly
yours

~~

I submitted the poem with the crossed out lines in it. When I blogged the poem I realized I didn't like those two lines, but they connect the poem to the prompt.
~sigh~ :)

Love,

Poem a day challenge...sestina

2009-04-29T07:29:00.000-07:00

Day 28 Prompt: sestina or an anti sestina poem - Guess which one I chose!
(sestina is a form of poetry, highly formatted and mathematically challenging :) )

Mercy Please

It's getting late
I have a poem to write
a sestina of all things
let me tell you Robert
I don't think so
in fact it's a no go
I've read what it takes
to write one of these
there isn't a hope no
none what so ever
not today or tomorrow
maybe never
I'm a free loving woman
free verse that is
no rules or complicated
format in me
if it needs an excel sheet
it's beyond my capability
seriously there is not a
hope that I will do this
not today or tomorrow
maybe never

~~

Love,

Poem a day challenge... Longing

2009-04-28T04:31:00.000-07:00

Day 27 Prompt: Longing

Longing
knots the stomach
strings emotions out
edges nerve endings
close to panic
bleeds from the heart
holds onto hope
even when there is
none

~~

Love,

Poem a day challenge...Misunderstanding

2009-04-27T05:00:00.001-07:00

Day 26 Prompt: Misunderstanding

International
phone
conversation
a misunderstanding
lovers continents apart
haven't seen each
other in months

he's in Sweden
she's in Tokyo

he called to tell her
he missed her
the call was a day late

she got mad as hell
didn't believe his flimsy
excuse

now he wants her back
she just might accept
who knows
maybe it would work

as long as he doesn't
call her

~~

Love,