It was the longest and warmest hug she had gotten in a long time. The moment he wrapped his strong arms around her she felt safe and happy. When he slowly relaxed his grip, she stepped back, and he drank in the figure before him."Wow, you look great," he...
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Sing me tuneless comfortCradling my painHelp me bear the sadness Burdening my brain Hold me while I rememberWhat can no longer beThe unthought thoughts I dailyTry so hard not to think And while you act as sentryI can bear to feelThe feelings begging to b...
A House To Call Home
Owen Bradburn is looking at a house for sale; but the house brings back memoriesHe pulled into the driveway and saw that the realtor was already there, leaning against the door of her car, waiting for him. She smiled and walked over to his car as he parked, grabbed his jacket and stepped out. “Mr. Bradburn?” she said, holding out her...
The longest nightHow I wait for thee The time has comeTo celebrate with friendsWe gather around the fireTo sit and laughAnd remember times old and newIt's time to look and rejoiceFor the things we haveAs you watch children, parents, loved onesThey grow ol...
Holiday Heart
How greeting cards throughout life are like a string of blinking holiday lights.Holiday Heart (Eve Gaal) Like a string of Christmas lights your life began with little cards and greetings. Godparents, grandparents and neighbors welcomed you into the world. Holidays and birthdays, added to the delicate string. Propped on your nightstan...
The Ant and the Snail: A Future Fable
Things end. So do right and share wisdom, okay?Once upon a time, there was an unlikely pair of the very best of friends: an ant and a snail. The serene snail lived life slowly, in no hurry. Few could pierce his shell (metaphorically), but when they did, they found he was wise in the ways of the world,...
Beneath the Stars
hat tip: Snow PatrolDancing beneath the stars with you, Thrills my throbbing heart. My skin delights at your first touch, Such a way to start. Tingles travel down my body, Your face, eyes, and smile. I want to drink you deeply in, Let us spend a while. Moonlight shining thro...
Deja vu
Would I really know who you are?One day, a couple years ago, I went online to read and write poems. As you read over the words letting your mind flow around the meaning , you find some you connect with and some you don't. In a rare moment you find your heart catches, and your pulse race...
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Grazed by your eyesAs though you have touched meWatching your lipsWhile words emerge softly Speaking to meTelling me moreI just want to stay hereLetting them pour Silken, like scarvesThat trail through my mindThey calm, yet exciteAs I try to slow time And...
Faces of my Past
Is it too late to make peace with past memories?I do dwell too often on the pastabout things I had no control If I told all it would likely flabbergastthese memories from so long ago I am ashamed when being askedof the things that happened then Forced so young to grow up far too fastmy childhood stolen...
Let's Go to the Amusement Park
A day out with my kidsI love to go to the amusement park Spending a wonderful day with my kids Sometimes we stay until dark A few times we’ve eaten BBQ Ribs We go every week like clock work I bet in three years we’ve gone a hundred times It would drive most people berserk My k...
The winding vines tighten around the heart fluttering, bird-like and fit to burst. Heady hours flicker like Kodachrome through the projector in my head. Over and over the film slides, sticking on those little moments, shared smiles, discreet glances, the...
The skies are star-bright to the symphonies and I hurt. I ache, I've smeared my heart on the ground gladly that the world might see its streaks and judge them art. I hardly know what they are anymore. I touch, I feel, I feel like screaming, but is it enou...
In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verba...
Within the first week after I took delivery of my new car, I stepped in gum. It got on the carpet. Not on the mat, but on the carpet just beneath the door. I was upset. I got most of it off, but there was still a mark on the light tan carpet. It was a pre...