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I wrote a poem on my other blog, my writer blog, and I’m going to share it on this blog.

Burgess Taylor

I walked in circles tonight–

From room to room,

Searching aimlessly

For what I am not sure.

A sound, any sound–

Familiar sounds of home,

Of you, of our children,

Our grandchild–

The touches of humanity

That reside in our home

Are gone when you are gone.

The heater ruffles the calm

Silence of the night, disturbing

My solitude, leaving me looking

From my desk, my writing–

I walk from room to room

To occupy my thoughts.


Morning has come, coffee

In hand, perched at my desk

While laundry spins in the washer,

And scenes spin in my head–

My coffee tastes better, the silence

Is calming, my character is alive and well–

You’ll be home this afternoon, I smile,

My solitude is now refreshing

As I wait for you to call. Have I

Become one of those people?

Those people who hate being alone?

No, I hiss. I’m…

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Posted by on February 8, 2014 in love, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing


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Cupid’s Arrow

Daily Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow

It’s Valentine’s Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

Our first date, first kiss!

Our first date, first kiss!

Last year it was our first Valentine’s Day together and we were both broke at the time but we each wanted to do something nice for the other. The only thing I could think of that wouldn’t cost any money was for me to write him a poem. So I sat at my desk, without internet that was coming in on a regular basis, and promptly looked for some inspiration creative musings through some of the pictures of us. I came across the first picture of us that was taken together. And then I began to write.




My Valentine,

That night I saw you, laughing with your friends,

laughter twinkling in your eyes, genuine from the belly

Kind of laughing, and

I felt like I should know you, or at the least

Get to know you,

You had the most beautiful blue eyes

and you were smiling and friendly,

And my friend says, “Oh that’s David…

He can sing…He’s one of the nicest guys

You’ll ever meet.” And I thought,

I want to meet him. Surprisingly enough,

Me, ask about someone, want to meet them…

Later it would all become clear

I was destined to see you, to meet you.

You were to become the love of my life.

I never knew real love until I knew your love,

You opened my eyes, touched my heart,

Made me laugh on the inside and the out,

Made me want tomorrow and forever. And

I still find myself staring at you

When you’re laughing, or working on something,

or singing and playing your guitar,

And I know that the love I feel for you

Is like no other, you’re the one I waited for,

Hoped for, even when I did not think it possible.

Even when I had no hope I’d ever love or be loved.

My serious, intense person needed you,

Like a flower in the fields needs sunshine,

I needed your laughter, your spirit, your smile.

I need you today, tomorrow and forever,

You’re my funny Valentine.


Posted by on February 14, 2013 in DPChallenge, love, Poetry


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An ode to stress


Just put a load of my son’s laundry in the dryer,

A load of my daughter’s laundry (including her baby’s and her boyfriend’s) in the washer,

Attempting to drink my second cup of coffee, since the first cup

I drank on the way to and from taking my husband to work at six thirty this morning;

I am catching up on email, FB, and WP, while trying to quit smoking

And meeting with tax lady at noon to see about filing taxes,

And then dropping paperwork off at insurance company afterwards,

Debating on when will be a good time to go by my daughter’s to help her organize,

And unpack things in her new place. Did I say how much I need two or three of me?

And the tumors in my uterus, the size of golfballs, are wreaking havoc in my body

And I’m no where near seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

No, I’m no where near seeing that light at the end of the tunnel.

I’ll just keep on keeping on, figuring out how to spread myself around

Between laundry, errands, trying to start a new job, cleaning my own house while

Suffering in pain and having to take breaks in between washing dishes–since I can’t

Stand for too long or sit for too long without feeling like I’m going to collapse in pain,

Holding on by sheer determination and will power, I shall endure…

I shall endure. Stress shall not be the end of me, I will not succumb to her evil clutches

No matter how much I long to crawl back into bed and let the pain disappear while I sleep.

Waking up to even more pain, an even longer “To Do” list. No, Stress you will not win.

Laundry in process, dishes soaking in sink, fresh coffee in the pot, and wine in the frig

(for later)…I have an agenda today that does not include you, stress. Thank you, but

No thanks. I think I’ll leave you behind.

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Posted by on January 29, 2013 in around here, Creative Writing, Poetry


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Writing Challenge: My entry re: Starting Over

start overRE: the WP DP Challenge

At various times in my life I’ve started over, and after a while I began to think of myself as a constant work-in-progress. Each time you begin the process you think to yourself I can do this! I just need to re-group. Start over. Figure out what I did wrong so that this time I can do it right. Thus, the challenge to do better, to make it happen, to work smarter not harder begins and you jump into whatever project it is. Sometimes the project is you, sometimes it’s a novel, or a piece of poetry, or a song you’re learning to play on the guitar or piano or one you’re learning to sing. Or maybe it’s your career, or a new relationship, or re-decorating your home, or re-organizing your closet, or a new hobby like scrapbooking. The last few years, for me, it’s been a lot of things.

Last year at this time I was about to be engaged. I had recently moved in with Mr. Rockstar, I was unemployed, and I had recently started over (we both had). Neither of us were looking for a relationship or wanted one, but we met and we were drawn to each other and when I was around him I was so happy–the happiest I could remember being since the birth of my children, which was a completely different kind of happiness. We both started over–with each other.

Over the past year, many things have improved and changed, but that happiness has not. He still makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. Part of starting over (with each other) was understanding that the baggage from our past relationships had nothing to do with us–it didn’t belong in our relationship. We both had to start over in how we thought about how a relationship worked, as well as how we individually handled things. Now we’ve been married for 4 months, and he’s supporting me in another attempt to start over–this time I’m starting over in the area of a career change.

Sometime in February or March I’ll be starting photography school. I’ve wanted to be a photographer since I was in high school (and that was a long time ago). Mr. Rockstar’s nickname for me is “paparazzi,” because I’m always taking pictures. Since there is a lot going on right now, as usual since real life is filled with yields, speed bumps, pot holes, and sharp turns, I have to wait to start school until we can afford it. So I’ve been researching, studying, reading, etc on my own. It’s fun. It’s exciting. But it’s also a bit frustrating because there’s all this stuff I don’t know, can’t afford right now, etc.  At the same time, I’ve never had anyone support me, believe in me, or encourage me the way he does. I actually believe that I can do it, as well as a few other things I’ve re-started, begun to work on again (like writing a novel, writing poetry when I’m happy and not just when I’m melancholy).

What is it about starting over that leaves you hopeful, refreshed, and at the same time a bundle of nerves that go off randomly like fireworks? For me at least, starting over is a chance to improve your life, to set things right, to change things, to atone for things–in a way it is a chance at redemption. Starting over is freeing yourself from the things you’ve done wrong, or you couldn’t quite get right (like that piece of poetry you’ve been revising for years and you never could get it right so you tossed it in the back of the file or drawer, but then a few years later you’re cleaning and organizing and you come across and decide to start over). Starting over is liberating in the sense that you’re free to begin again–like starting a new career, or writing a novel starting over on the novel you began years ago, or maybe even moving somewhere completely new and getting a fresh start. Starting over also gives you the chance to let yourself off the hook if you’ve been trying to accomplish something and you’re getting nowhere–sometimes all you need is a fresh perspective and then BOOM you see exactly what you’ve been doing wrong and you can start over and get it right.


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