I have his joyful joking and her quiet perseverance; his dislike of crazy crowds, but her love of the stage. * My day has his morning mug of black coffee, and her 15-minute-lunch-hour-nap; it begins with a robe he gave me, and ends with a book she recommended. * I have the smile he paid… Continue reading To My Parents, On Valentine’s Day
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Picture Thursday: Wordle.
BIG thanks to Kate for introducing me to wordle.net!! She knows how I do love playing with words, and especially how I love fun creative discoveries! At wordle.net, you can write or paste in any words you want, and it will generate a great little word cloud. Then you can have at it and adjust… Continue reading Picture Thursday: Wordle.
I’ll meet you
in the leaves, oranges in the trees. I'll kiss you in the snow, stars all aglow. I'll love you in the flowers, blossoming in showers. I'll wed you in the sun, our new life begun. I'll meet you.
But To Be The Kisser
To be the kissed --receiving affection, embracing protection-- is to learn love, allowing another to step in and teach, accepting someone to walk at your side securing their joyful gifts for your journey. But to be the kisser --showering affection, offering protection-- is to embody love, taking strides into another's life abandoning yourself to walk… Continue reading But To Be The Kisser
A Collection of Dreams and Fantasies (a sestina)
I have dreamed of planning a heist. I know it's crazy, but it's true. We could walk in like the cool guys in the movies do. We'd nail the job, and steal the guard's jacket, and leave the vault an empty space. Or we could fly to outer space. Tell NASA our plan and make… Continue reading A Collection of Dreams and Fantasies (a sestina)
