A Loss for Words

Hello Everyone.  I apologize for being away.  The love of my life was in town and we filled our days and nights with things to do.  But alas, all good things come to an end.  He left today, and it will be months before I see him again.  I’ve decided to give self-pity my full attention, so I’ll be back once the tears dry.  Take care.

Dare to Dream

Sit and listen of what I dared to dream

about a young woman caught in a scheme

of agents, publishing and fame.  She made

the story thrive in life through serenade,

submitting to travels across the land,

declined, she revised with a steady hand.

There is no rejection too much to bear

determined to publish so she could share

a story of murder and disarray,

hidden knife for her lover does betray.

She found he lied about where he had been,

but never realizing he had a twin.

It came out one night underneath the sheets

his performance was better than her Sweets.

She drilled him until he confessed the sin,

“My brother’s idea,” said with a grin.

Out came the knife, she plunged deep in his thigh

neighbors called the police after his cry.

So that’s the story for now to be said

‘Til first publication when you’ll have read.

This woman who dared to dream, had spoken,

“Follow your dreams, they won’t leave you broken.”

I hope you have a great day and week.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

This is a fictional scene, but David’s response is true.

Scene: Family standing in pew in a Catholic church about to shake hands with those around them.

Mom shakes an old man’s hand in front of her saying, “Peace be with you.”

Dad turns and shakes the hands of the young couple behind them saying, “Peace be with you.”

David turns to the woman next to him and says, “May the force be with you.”

My nephew really likes Star Wars.

Waiting for an Answer

What’s in a name when you shine right through? I see you staring at me attempting to look into my soul wondering who I am, or what I’m all about. I wonder the same about you. Lush words you leave here make me fantasize about your looks, smell and life. The only thing keeping us apart is a screen we stare at conjuring up our images. Maybe our lives are better behind a screen with images formed by pieces of our lives we’re willing to share.

But you… you always come back to me. To leave a note letting me know you’re still around, still listening to my thoughts and words reaching out to all, but mainly you. Our virtual flirting leaves us feeling special. Sometimes our reality is darker and colder than the virtual life we lead.

Even though I can’t feel your hand, I know it’s extended towards me, and if I could I’d take it in mine. I’d lead you into my life and introduce you to my characters. We’d sit and talk for hours about where we came from and how we got to this moment. Our hands would occasionally mesh for verification while examining our eyes. It’s the depth we want, to reach what no one has seen, but we both know that will never happen. Inflated pride over the years prevents such openness, yet we yearn for that kind of freedom.

I reach for your cheek stroking it softly as the lines iron out. Your smile asks me to dance; our lips rest a breath apart, waiting to perform our rendition of a tango. We look at one another knowing this isn’t the true person we created in our minds; fragments of a sentence that ends with a question mark. Should such a fragment linger to change chance when closure doesn’t exist?

My eyes close waiting for the answer. Finally I open them, you’re…