A Poetess Waits

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Casting down poetic eyes,
while fostering emotions differently,
an accepting Poetess waits.
To protect herself,
she delicately wraps,
her fated heart,
destined to react,
expressively.
Securing each subliminal verse,
as her own dreaded curse,
she stands alone.
Tears falling, gently,
escaping from her grasp,
lost inside moments,
she knows will pass.

Your Turtles

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“Well, I think you’re brave, Dear.”

“We’ve been through this before, Audrey, I’m always brave.”

“Then why are you denying me eye contact? It seems to me that you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous!”

“You look nervous, as you fling that mud through the air, you know.”

“Yes, well, that could be because you keep bringing up tomorrow, Ma’am,” he replies, while standing up.

“Calling me names won’t help you sort your mind. What are you doing digging in the mud, anyway? ”

“Would you like a pie in the face,” he threatens, as mud goes flying through the air. Landing near her feet.

“I think you’re worried about a pie in your face, quite frankly,” she yelps, while she dances over two and three steps.

“I am not! What I’m doing is fishing, you see…”

“Yes, you are, Mister. Fishing? Umm, that’s mud. Just mud. Only mud.”

“Fix it!”

“I can’t fix it. This moment was meant to be, I believe.”

“What if I mess up horridly?”

“What if you do? It won’t change a thing. I’ll still be here, Darling.”

“Why?”

“Well, because I want to be, and you were here supporting me when no one else was, probably, so that makes us…us. You haven’t missed a single moment of mine. How many horrid moments did you encourage me through, Sir?”

“I can’t think of one, actually. No such moments for you.”

“There’s been plenty, ya Goof. Move over, please. What kind of fish are we looking for in here?” She questions, as her hands begin digging.

“Turtles.”

“Turtles?”

“Turtles…”

“…if you’re looking for turtles, then I’m looking for turtles.”

“There won’t be any turtles, I fear.”

“There will always be turtles…”

My Early Morning Hike Of Inappropriate Thoughts

While walking down a trail one early morning in Nebraska, I stumbled upon this mushroom.

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Do you see what I see?

I was shocked at first, I won’t lie. Interesting,  right? Look at him, y’all! I began giggling like a 13 year old girl. I confess, Mother Nature had me going x-rated during an early Saturday morning hike around the lake.

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Good-Bye, Andria

Good-bye not easy
Wishing I could go with you
Lost without your smile

After five weeks of traveling, I returned home and woke twelve hours later to one of my best friends. Andria’s plane landed and I met her for breakfast minutes later. I knew she was flying in from Miami and that we would have one fast paced week together in order to catch up and say everything that needed to be said.

I was connected to her hip. We saw friends, swam, partied, had deep discussions and sat, in silence, feeling content to know we were in the same room together. There is not one moment I would have changed. I could care less about the sleep I missed out on, the housework that was neglected or the writing I didn’t find time to accomplish. I hugged her every time I got the chance, sat next to her when no one else was and enjoyed every minute of our time together.

Her friendship means everything to me. She has been a constant supporter of mine. She has taught me about what is important and who matters. The people in our lives, they matter. She matters, to me. I feel blessed to have her in my life. I am thrilled for her success in Miami, but I miss her face.

We said good-bye minutes ago and I already wish we could have lunch, a sweet tea vodka and some pool time. I am blessed with best friends in Texas. I am thankful that only one left this morning. Andria’s our glue and even from Miami she keeps us together. Now we’re all in our homes crying over our best friend leaving. Each one of us claiming her as our own.  Accepting that we share her every year and that we would have it no other way.

Safe travels home, my sweet dearest friend. I will miss you. I love you like crazy.

😦 I’m feeling like such a cry baby.

You and I, Friends
Without you I’m left searching
For more time together