Never picture perfect Tousled and uneven Corkscrewed and curlicued Shaggy or shorn Painted purple Or blatantly blonde Tamed and twisted Or let lioness loose Tenuous tugs through the tangles The texture is pleasure personified The sheer weight of it commands attention Presence. Power. My crown is truly my glory My light. My beauty. My story….
Tag: poetry
-ing (NaPoWriMo Day 4)
Eye gazing Hand holding Simple touching Back caressing Heart healing Soul understanding Love making Spirit increasing Mind blowing Future fantasizing Baby growing Belly rubbing Life living Cohabitating Vow taking Sweet sweet loving.
Ruin (NaPoWriMo day 2)
Ruin Building skyscrapers of fantasy out of crushed dreams is the way She copes with the reality of her inadequacy The structures loom large over the streets of her consciousness Why is there so much traffic here? All roads leading to everywhere and nowhere At once This all a facade Make believe This can’t be…
hindsight (NaPoWriMo day 1)
hindsight i wish we could go back. i remember our very first chat. it was a friday. you were on a train coming from nyc. i was sitting at my desk in my office way past the time for me to leave. you invited me over to eat that very first night. i declined… but…
NaPoWriMo: an Introduction
April is National Poetry Month. NaPoWriMo is a writing challenge. Write one poem per day for the entire month of April. You down? Let’s go!
Day 4. Poem. (February 2014 Writing Challenge)
The Last Kiss I saw your picture today Your eyes Your smile Your lips And realize that You’re the last person I kissed The last person I kissed The last The last person I kissed With passion And purpose And love The last person I kissed That made my heart skip a beat And my…
About me (Feb 2014 Writing Challenge)
about me which me? mother/sister/daughter/aunt/cousin/friend? writer/teacher/artist/thinker? girl with unrecognized potential? woman surviving? sympathetic archetype? strong role model? the know it all? the introvert? the life of the party? the hurt? the secrets? the fears? the courage? the heart? the uncertainty? the spirit? the laughter? the love? the wit? the sarcasm masking sadness? the longing for…
Internet Gangsters
Sometimes folks get so full of themselves on social media that Facebook/Instagram etc. become the internet version of Mean Girls. I wrote a poem about it. Soliloquy at Sunrise Why don’t you tell me how you really feel? Thinly veiled threats Red death masks We masquerade as untouchable Rebel gal Infallible but oh so Laughable…
The Tenacious Virgo 