I'm listening to the rain,As it falls outside my window.The water splashes on the pane,like a song of the sky.It's nights like this I think through life,And tonight I wonder why it's so hard.There's been so much pain and strife,I wonder what I did to cause it?What did I do to make you hurt me?What can I do to make it stop?The tears fall till I can not see,And in the haze I wonder,What if it wasn't me?
Looking back over my life I have always been shy and felt very alone.Learning very early on, that not every person is kind or caring.However the day we started talking That slowly begun to change.We spoke to each other regularly about anything and everything, Sharing stories and experiences . You were interested in what I had to say. And you really seemed to care.Slowly I lowered my guard and started telling you about thi...
Coach B is the Quiet Coach. It is a good place to think, to reflect and from which to draw inspiration. It is a silent movie and my mind writes the title cards. I always travel in Coach B, though it is always at the far end of the platform. For four and a half hours, it is my high-speed cocoon in which complete anonymity is mine for the taking. I smile as I board; I like this place. Though I travel alone, I book a table s...
Last spring I paddled up Joy Creek. The water was high and I couldn't get far.The cathedral arch of green branches whispered.The noon sun sparkled like stained glass. Last summer I paddled up Joy Creek.The water was lower and I pushed under more of the brush.I sat in the silence, whispering prayers with the wind.The morning sun glowed with hope. Last autumn I paddled up Joy Creek.I went as far as I ever had, but didn't se...
Cleaning a mirror I rub it hard Am I rubbing away the reflection I see? A mother, a wife, a caretaker, a cook Don’t see a woman I used to be. I see long weary nights under my eyes I see worry shining grey in my black hair I see silent frustration in the creases of my smile I see compromises in shapelessness of my body My Reflection, when did I stop caring for me? Reflecting back it was easy to see, Was always easier to cu...
Many great ideas are accidents--so are melodies and first lines of poemsand how about the dreamsyou bump into in the middle of the nightthat wake you with what you need to know.Sometimes, heading west, blinded by the glaring sun,you barely miss a head-on crash and stop,hands on the steering wheel, learning what a gift your breath is.And some mornings sitting here,the movie of my life plays backwardsand looking at the scr...
The Beach of Nothingness To the beach of nothingness is where I go, When the pressures of life Seem to take its toll. I slip off the flip-flops of my mind, As I allow the cool sands of father time To ooze between my toes. I feel gentle, winds blow, Through my messed up hair It’s wonderful, because, I don’t care! I take deep breaths That clears my mind And refreshes my soul. I hold hands with precious memories. We walk tog...
So, I don't know why, but I got to thinking today...(I know scary huh?) How well do we ever really know anyone? I know its not a new question by any means, and no doubt there have been many papers, books, letters, stories and so on written about this very issue. But let us agree that it is really the first time that I have seriously thought about it. How well do we ever know someone? I look at my husband and I really wond...
Strikes at the heart and oft times will not release mefor days I brood, my world a small focus inside my head At times no bigger than myself and the world just fades away. I lock myself away, not literally, just emotionally, Shut off all my receptors, ignore those that matter, those that care Lose myself in the unquiet of my mind and float in a Seething mass of unhelpful feelings. Dreams and wishes jump at me, Wants and n...
Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amount of research will arrive to conclusive data anyway. A woman's mind is equivalent to a Labyrinth with only one entry point and less exits. Does that make them horrible? N...
Somehow brought up on the rules of the game Somehow brought up to the plate Somehow brought up to look straight in the eye Somehow brought up to lead off the base Somehow brought up to field ground balls Somehow brought up to think on the fly Somehow brought up alone
I always remember you’re not here.Such a smiling countenance, so much orangenessso very gone I hear you in the silence of the passageway the silence of the house and the silence of the yard(I didn’t even know I was chatting,shuffling around in our island of a houseand now I’m just talking to myself)I’m aching for the feel of my dingo friendnot lostnot alone.Patient Hairy I remember the puppy with his head on my bed,soulfu...
On a cloudy day like today, I think of loss Friendships Lovers Family members Opportunities Not what I wanted To happen In my life. Cloudy days Allow me to Reflect on my Life, and what Exciting new adventures Life has in store For me Down the road. I look forward To cloudy days, A day like today.
She was just another kid, really. Another eight-year-old that amounted to excess baggage being carted around by a parent. A dead weight, a liability, something not to be fussed over, but to be looked after to prevent further inconvenient consequences. I probably pass a hundred kids just like her every week, but her expression was what yanked my attention to her as I walked by. Boredom, hurt, survival, and resignation, all...
