Silent Saturday

Swimming in the last few drops of
yesterday's sweet suns
squeezed from your skins
stamped from your hearth
as I greedily swill you
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Aye, you bring me Saturday night
through the eyes of my clear
Sauvignon Blanc, I see
yesterday,
  days long gone...

Evenings I stood twitching,
shivering in prayers
and short skirts
for late night smiles
from last minute hopefuls.

As the "LAST CALL"
peal was rung,
the rueful cabby
swung (as I still clung)
round to meet us.

He always done drag us off
more often than not
single and three sheets gone
what a loss
(not), I'm afraid.

No thoughts to tomorrow,
painful and vague,
from those ill-conceived concoctions
drunk in earnest
far from sane

Did they ever truly present
sweet dreams or even slim chance
of pleasant tomorrows?
Or rather misty moments lost in time
and willingly forgotten in tonight's
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The Wild Side

A day of rest? 

bah!

Lou Reed keeps me company

as I scour corners,

cleanse counters

and discover dark niches 

that never see the light of day

All while the dishwasher washes,

washer & dryers spin

and I play dervish

with the vacuum hose

and iron will to sanitize this home

Sunday,

bloody Sunday

good for nothing or

built for everything good

the house of the lord 

never holds dust

so today

I 

must be one step closer 

to God

hey babe

take a walk on the wild side

and as I try to remember where 

the mop I'm sure I own lives

this feels like

my version of a walk

on the wild side

look at that kat 

go, go, go...

doo, di doo, di doo, doo didoo, doo...

leftovers

Breathe

Slow 

that thumping heartbeat

Release 

those squeezed shut fists

Bestill

my raging anger.

Breathe...

let Go

the Child is found 

but,

an unforgiving Look

and Sullen silence

equal Groceries abandoned

at the store today

Let go...

Breathe

let go

and live this mantra...

internal peace op-

timistic understanding

and mother's moments

This too shall pass...

I guess

that's why Moms freeze leftovers -

for this tomorrow...

love

Love
so sweet 
as it fills a heart
overflows  a  life
yet always finds room 
for yet another moment
to cherish anew
amour
♥

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let them go

blue skies break

clouds swirl and skim

its time for recluse

its time for me and him

together

we explore

together

we beg & implore

together

we need to be

some more

love

life

laughter

in a weekend escape

bliss

bodies

bonding

we will be laid bare

let the snow

blow

and close our world

to tomorrow 

for today I stow

all my problems

- I let them all go 

Steadfast Hands

Climb every mountain;
hide under every bed...
Strike a pose intimidating
and shriek against the mess in my head.

One moment I'm as tall,
as the highest sequoia.
The next I shrink so small,
too wee to dream of any redeeming karma.

It is this way in life
It is that way in love
see-saw, flip-flop
no even keel laid down from above

The sun shines strong
on my future,
but I fear hesitates to 
germinate this heart's pure ardour

Icy winds
don't blow away tomorrow
Steadfast hands
hold secure as I follow
A dream
that needs no more sorrow...

♥♥♥PEACE♥♥♥

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The Wine Glass

words on the page
time to get them down...

f i s h
swimming downstream
in my gullet
with a magic bullet
of lemon pepper sansal,
coriander sprigs
and of course fresh lemon 
circling round 
these taste buds of mine
with a glass of wine
the only kind;
white...

now fire bright
as I read by its light
before chasing my children
and their paper minions -
groundhogs 
marked by kid's claws
I only say, because of ruined sofas
not forgotten in day's past skirmishes

Yet those groundhogs with kids in tow
tomorrow will surely show
that delightful smiles they still sow
on faces broad, mine & those
of grandparents that bestow
love through the ages; it forever goes

now back to my book
and my warm nook
with dinner forgotten
and drink transporting 
this idle lass
to Russia's morass
during Catherine's governance
perhaps with a topped up wine glass...

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heat

bodies entwined

so close 

that

there is no beginning

no end

only heat

and a heartbeat

that fills days of doubt

and a distant dusk

with promises

of forever

in your touch

♥

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broken path

Driving nowhere fast

I careen around the corner

hit life square in the face

and blink, squint, see no more...

Where was that path I was following,

just yesterday?

now lost in a drift

with wheels spinning aimless again.

can you see the future?

cus I am sure having a hard time

and as the light focuses

an army of familiar faces

all stand blinking at the same roadblock

all lost in a today we never anticipated... 

hello 2013

what do you hold?

A Christmas Collage

A Christmas Collage

is what she designs

and yet the picture

is far more refined.

There are photos aplenty,

but that's just the tip

of emotions run rampant

in every single clip.

I see family,

traditions, symbols and more.

I feel love in the spaces

that she carefully stores.

Here is a tree

and there is the hearth.

Stockings lie waiting

and cookies tempt anyone's girth.

Ah, but see all the smiles!

I feel them inside.

My heart swells with the season

and a motherly pride.

This Christmas I am gifted

with a present so pure -

my daughter's sweet innocence

and our love that endures.

December Grey

line the world in steel

erase all the blunt edges

sink into silence

My Colour Wheel

Dew drops

Water spots

Colours along the way

You've seen red

(is there any other shade

more perfect than?)

Now spy,

Pink

 More...

fuzzy pink

All shades of my favourite

but complimented 

in any girl's heart with

the rich brown's of

chocolate

an earthy loam 

that oozes nature

Ah,

but still

my heart is stolen

by blood,

the colour of my soul,

red

The Edge of My Seat

the edge of my seat

is my favourite place to

watch you grow and fly

~

My little daredevil inspired this post

with her antics in our crab apple tree

a few weeks ago.

That might have been our last spot of sunshine

and I'll hold onto it tight

as we ride out some wet & wild weather

tonight.

Hope Sandy hasn't washed all my bloggy friends away.

Be well

~

Burnt Pictures

Somewhere between a smile 

and a sigh

the world swirled,

stopped

and set my soul

on fire

burning pictures 

of life 

as I knew it

Gusts

blow through me

leaving me cold

as the ice that threatens

to form 

over yesterday's

love

This is not how it was supposed to be

This is not

what I expected 

when I looked at your face

This is not

a reality

I ever wanted to explore

Now

closing my eyes

can't erase the words

won't replace the facts

refuses to change the future

nor

 any tomorrow

I hold onto

the last vestiges 

of colour, hope, faith

and pray 

that we can 

all 

weather the storm

that approaches...

*for those that worry; a tale of love lost, but not my own

Birthdays

Birth - days

40 of them lined up 

to make you 

a man

ex-

perienced

at life

and beyond.

but you have missed

5 of them now

and I won-

der if

it

matters

any more...

Happy Birthday Brad

♥

birth

hopeful, triumphant

beginning, propelling, embarking

on the road to tomorrow

today

◘

death

cold, final

ending, transforming, culminating

closing the door of yesterday

forever

searching

~

heightened hiatus

of the almighty poetics

dried up written words

~

*Hope you find more words PK

silent words

tangled in a quagmire of silent words

that refuse to be born

isn't that a fate that so many of us,
writers aplenty,
struggle, scrape and
...

now I am lost there as well
that last word refusing,
 - Refusing
to be born

and again
a  blank  page
that mocks creativity
leaves  me  staring  at

the
blinking
c u r s o r...

once more ~


*Hope your creative muse finds you this weekend

aglow

I've met an angel of understanding 

that lights my path with love,

peace and 

pieces of me

gently given back

all aglow

~

Ode to Summer

As much as January is a time of rebirth and renewal, September isn't far behind it. Children return to school. Summer holidays cease and routines begin again. Reality seems to come crashing down with the gentle waves of time with it. Sigh...

It is time though. I am ready. I am going to try to renew some writing here, even as other changes transform the rest of my world. It has been too long and I miss this creative space. On that note, I will toss a little ode to summer poem into the ring for my friend G-Man's perusal and see if he will take me back into the Flash Friday ring.

Have a great weekend, my friends!

~

I skipped through summer,

like a school girl without care.

Lazy days by the water,

only to be thrown in unawares.

Idle books dangled

with pages flipped, like none were there.

Mealtimes;

Whenever…

Bedtime;

Who cares!

But September stole in,

now Responsibility -

everywhere!

So I’ll write those memories

to keep close

as winter glares.

Goodbye summer river!

Late Summer Days

Twirling and dancing,

I've 

skipped through summer. 

Laughter and smiles 

leading all the way.

From eastern excursions,

to 

miles west of home

it seemed perfection

graced all my days.

sand between my toes

sunshine on my shoulders fair

silence drowned the dawn

but dare I blink 

and spy this dream

fading into dusk

as autumn crowns 

the harvest morn

and 

toil resumes its thrust.

one cannot e'er lie

idle sleeping all their days

wake to life once more