Thoughts on a Lonely Christmas

December 25, 2010 at 12:22 pm (Uncategorized)

christmas cookies
and
cherry sours

champagne chilling
for a solo celebration
of choices made
and challenges completed.

a year of uncertainty
behind
and one of hope
ahead.

guarantees never imagined,
now considered.

the wonder of chance.
the power of heart.
the magic of hope.
the gift of ruin.

Gratitude wells.

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Maybe Magic

December 6, 2010 at 12:46 pm (Uncategorized)

You wonder if it’s magic that brought you here.
The wave of a wand,
or
twitch of the nose.

Some robed hand
outstretched,
casting spells
with words we don’t understand.

A garden gnome, disturbed,
maybe a leprechaun..
did you stumble upon a rainbow’s end?

A lamp rubbed,
a wish made in a fleeting moment,
overheard by a passing pixie
bent on a bit of mischief.

Magic, you say.
Or maybe another word.

inspired by poetry potluck at Jingle Poetry.
and maybe some other stuff.

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kicking some mahjong ass

December 3, 2010 at 7:07 pm (Uncategorized)

and thinking about
christmas decorations
sunshine
and weak stolen internet connections.
grateful for toddlers
well meaning christianlike authors
and teenage daughters who are, for now,
getting along.
sounds of
ray lamontagne singing about
the arms of a woman
and paperweight with
schuyler and joshua.
a glass or two of
turn four awaiting my attention
while I wait for the phone to ring
and wonder if it should.

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pfp revisited

November 17, 2010 at 8:46 pm (Uncategorized)

every other day
pieces of your heart
came to me
and now they sit, wrapped together,
closeted.
a secret,
just like you.
there,
just for me,
when no one else was.
I should have thanked you better.

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Just a thought.

November 10, 2010 at 8:53 pm (Uncategorized)

trust may equal hurt,
that is certain
but does the inverse hold true?
it seems the only thing to do
is leap. and trust.
lay yourself out on a silver platter
and wait for love.
or a dagger.

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Horseshoes & Hand Grenades.

September 8, 2010 at 9:45 pm (Uncategorized)

I saw an old email today
written to my mother,
from me.
“my life is a bunch of almosts,”
I said.
“you need a passport!”
was her reply.
I almost needed one.

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September 2, 2010 at 2:48 pm (Uncategorized)

Googling ariadne’s head
has done me no good
and I’m up far too late again.

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No complaining.

August 31, 2010 at 12:17 am (Uncategorized)

The loneliness I chose,
I remind myself,
is heaven
and earth
and a bag of chips,
compared to the loneliness I left.

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dear soccerdad,

May 26, 2010 at 1:35 am (Uncategorized)

some clarification and closure
from yours truly…
i preferred the
five scotches-in
swaying dart thrower
to the
chicken shit
coward
“nicest guy you’ve ever known”
non-friend
you turned out to be.
love
and kisses,
soccermom

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Girl to girl

May 21, 2010 at 11:26 pm (Uncategorized)

I write for me,
and not for you,
just to make that clear.
Your reaction
matters not,
no wince, no laugh, no tear.
So just in case
your green critique
aimed to cut me through,
just save your breath,
remember this,
I write for me,
not you.

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