Monday, February 8, 2010
I like the winter, the snow, the dark huddle in, hot chocolate, shovel out, cold feet New England Winter!
I like hats on, coats zipped and buttoned, crisp steaming words coming from frozen lips courting red noses.
Crunchy feet on frozen seaweed atop shifting sand unyielding to temperatures, tell me some things are beyond my control, some within. Some accommodate me without my having to ask or manipulate.
The comings and goings of tides and things getting washed up to shore, with no desire to ponder, look, explore. Just looking is enough at debris too frozen to touch.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
December something dream
As I allowed my body to
be with yours
on that hammock
As I allowed, in the dream,
My body
I gave myself permission to
Ask
if I could lay with you,
Aside of you,
Almost in you
And feel the warmth like I've never felt
before
When I wouldn't ask
Didn't ask
This is deeper
No Pretense
just melt
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Piano
January 25, 2009
The Piano
The wall holds a space where the piano used to be. The piano that belonged to her children’s fathers father. The piano that she lugged around for 12 years up and down stairs, across hardwood floors. Always always the heavy dark piece that weighted upon her like a steel anvil.
She didn’t know it then though. She didn’t know it all these years. She dragged its veneered, scarred and cigarette burnt body around with her like a deal she’d made with the devil.
She looks at the space that it used to occupy seeming like an abandoned place, abandoned by anything really, an old relationship that should have died or did die many years ago…abandoned by a much younger and impatient woman. That woman doesn’t live here. She stayed in the memory of the life that helped mold her yet held her back in too many ways. Now she is older but she is free.
She unstrapped the monkey and took it from her back. She walked away standing up now, breathing, letting go.
Now the place where it was, taking too much precious room in her soul, is free also.
And what fills this space is her own creation...
Her own life from now on