Each Talking to you post is a little bit of myself. A bread crumb of my existence. An insight into why I write what I write, and where it comes from. My hope is to openly express, as best as I can, through poetry and photography my "life feelings". These posts are as sporadic as … Continue reading Talking to you…Guide
I am not the fragile snowflake That melts upon contact With something slightly above Thirty-two I am the intricate weaving Under closer inspection A piece of life that regurgitates beauty In every aspect of its being Misunderstood or commended For the strength held within I will be seen By those who are looking I am … Continue reading Thirty-Two – December 5, 2019
Here’s another little ditty I came across. I will never stop learning, that’s one thing I know for sure. Oh, the things I write down when no ones looking. Hope it makes you chuckle a little too... “I’m all for a positive attitude, but it doesn’t work to mask shitty feelings. You have to let … Continue reading Talking to you…12/5/19
I was looking back through some of my older writings, as one should do from time to time. I do this to see where I was, and how far I’ve come (or haven’t). I found this single blurb, written over a year ago, and I am really feeling the truth of it today. So I … Continue reading Talking to you…parts and pieces 12/4/19
My memories Are like flashbacks So vivid I can smell the day surrounding us And when I come to I’m left standing Naked In the middle of the street
I just stopped Long enough to notice The last Of the last Holding on Against all odds To let go And feel the freedom Of the breeze
I pull the weight Hand over hand To get to you Slung over my shoulder Curled toward the ground I lean in to my own strength The tips of my fingers pulsing The pressure of the rope Strangling any kind of purpose Used to move forward Feet and hands, hands and feet Scurrying, grasping and … Continue reading Quicksand – November 22, 2019
Riding this soft silky Slide Bumping And sailing into the air Splashing in my squeals Of endless joy Until I reach for her hand And realize it’s been gone For so long...