Revised: An Empty Love Letter

I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift.

I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha’s Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting.

I was fortunate enough to attend this program a few weeks ago and I learned so much.

I came home with a new found enthusiasm to work on my poetry and short stories. So this is my first revision of an old post.

via An Empty Love Letter

Music Monday’s

I forgot it was Monday and that I should be sharing some music. In the spirit of this weekend-here are my choices.

Notice the recurring theme!

Because I am a queen that thing goes on-and-on.

Let’s Share: Lisa St. John

You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer’s conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity.

Check out her blog.

Oh, and her poetry because it is beautiful.

https://lisastjohnblog.com/about/

Let’s Share: Mary Beth

I made a new friend at a conference I attended over the weekend. Please stop by her and visit her blog. She was absolutely delightful and kind. She definitely had an infectious smile.

Happy Monday!

https://mbcoudal.com/about/

 

Slow Days

There are some days that just drag on and on without any end in sight.

Is this statement dramatic? YUP! After all I am permitted, on occasion, to be extreme. What would life be without sporadic embellishments?

I am consumed by, well — at the moment nothing. I oft think about everything all at once with no end in sight. Typically, my mind runs off creating a series of many things while trying to maintain some semblance of sanity through the chaos.

As of late my mind is quiet.

The storm has quieted, quit, left, dispersed even.

The days seem slower and a little longer, but before I know it—it’s tomorrow.

Slow but quick —this my friends is what I am going to call an oxymoron-juxtaposing-phrase! And that is how I am quantifying the whole of my existences at the moment. The day goes on and then, changes with the blink of an eye, but continuously drags throughout time.

This too shall pass.

All things in life pass, everything changes , nothing is ever as it was before. Slow days pass too, they become fleeting moments when least expected.

Now, don’t get me wrong I rather enjoy this slow pace and thoughtless mind.

There was  a point in my life I was constantly on the go. Always doing something, running my kids here and there and I kept busy, so busy that I stressed myself out. That is the routine that all of us are trained to adhere to.  I was convinced that my life was supposed to be like that. I think we all think that we are supposed to be so busy that you should never have free time.

Somehow we believe that free time is bad.

I realize now that free time is what we all need. Slow days give you time to realize that our lives are insignificant fleeting moments in time. We should not waste the moments pretending, analyzing, rushing around, scheduling time with friend and overworking ourselves into the ground.

Be happy, silly, immature and love those who mean something to you because, in the end, we are all worm food. It does not matter if your casket is made of solid gold or a wooden box eventually your flesh will rot away and so will mine.

One day I will slowly return to the Earth and I don’t want to do so overworked and stressed. I want to know that I slowed down just enough to watch my daughters grow and laugh with them. I want to keep building memories with those who mean something to me and I am going to create my own way against the current of popular belief.

Enjoy every slow day you get!

 

 

 

Let’s Find a Place

Let us find a place

To be alone

Where we can hide away
From gazing eyes

A please where you can hug my curves
Touch my body
Spread my thighs
Taste my flesh
Feel our warmth
As you plunge inside

Let’s find a place to be alone

The Apple

I’m the Eve- of your destruction
Embrace the passion of desire

Bite on through forbidden fruit
Blinding all your senses
While arousing these sensations
Desires unfold
The dangers of lust
Pervasive urges emerge
Consuming each other raw
Coercing the mind

Emulating affection
Bite into the apple
Satisfy your craving
Then wait
As it rots with lust