Midst the fog
Beyond what we know
We’ll wait
Exhaling fear
Calm, isn’t it
Life’s out there
And he’s near
Breathe
Tag Archives: Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister
Sisterhood
Sisterhood,
Together we are one.
I cannot deny your essence,
Nor could I ever measure beside,
But, just so we become verily clear,
Your existence now surrounding him:
Champion of versed rooted strength,
Provides my journey’s refinement.
I am you
You am I
Leaning into the remedy of his skin,
My eyes upon your desire to be close,
I witness your valuable life flourishing,
Becoming tolerant of your nearness,
Understanding why we’re both here,
I begin to care for you, as well.
Your presence nourishes me,
He, is pleased.
Yesterdays
Reminiscing
Sat wondering
Looking beyond
Pensive
Into arrogance
A quality I accept
As part of me
But you are so lovely
My reason to dream
A Walk Worth Taking
The only task I do not dread
A walk it seems
Provides a clearing, for my head
Whispers of lessons deemed important
Copper tones of yesterday
Found living within my world
Glistening in enormity
My reaction, forlorn
Living nearby among protection
A self induced fantasy
Seemingly overtakes
Crimson delicacies, established
What separates them
Measured, as very little to the eye
Created for a similar purpose
A wild fortress continues to divide
***
At first glance, I let them be
Begin again, walk decisively
Nothing happens without an opening
Allow fate to draw the cause
Turning back
Fuck that, now she’s where she belongs
My Suppression
Every word behind my chest,
Desires freedom,
Tonight.
Alas, once again,
I’ve censored who I am,
And forced reality to stop,
Immediately.
Leaving the ache placed,
Upon my breasts,
An endless continuation.
Suppression hurts,
Terribly,
Ceasing the pain,
Simple.
Yet, I refuse,
Leaving myself,
Paralyzed.
Sometimes my poetry is too revealing, so I fade before you, entirely too bashful to continue. Instead, I leave you this poem. I apologize.
Flight
Even the strongest of men
Will crumble
Choosing flight
Over fight
Who could ever blame them?
Audacious Bliss
Life growing
Through her
Gently
Slightest twists
Fleshing out
Encompasses
Claiming possession
Surrounding each curve
Of that which is her
She: adorned with brio
By his verdurous abstraction
Audacious bliss
Musical Gift
Handel’s Christmas (12 guitars!) — Vince Carrola: http://youtu.be/kDnscekmpMU
The final weekend before Christmas and we’re all scurrying around trying to put the bows on those last few gifts. Maybe you’re succumbing to the fact that you’ll need to stand in one more line at the mall. Just so the smile you’re hoping for, on Christmas morning, arrives when your child opens their final gift. I’m reflecting on the reason for the season this morning, and as I do, once again Duke’s music fills my ears.
The professor, is a truly gifted guitarist, clarinetist, composer and arranger, who is finally sharing his talent on WordPress. Enjoy.
Oh, and if you find yourself in line somewhere play this on your phone and sing along. Give the gift of this arrangement to those in a hurry and remind them to slow down. Breath. Relax. Enjoy.
He combines, effortlessly, two of my favorite midnight service songs, found in thousands of churches on Christmas Eve, in this video shot in Pittsburgh. I can hear the choir already. I cannot wait.
Have a great weekend!
And Duke, thank you for such a lovely reminder. I know you give me a pretty hard time and I get quite the smiles making you blush, but I knew you were someone special a year and a half ago. I sensed it in your writing.
Your talent is easily found as clear, concise and encouraging, which not many writers accomplish after a lifetime of creating, so you’re way ahead of many. I’m thankful to know you and to call you my friend.
Now, y’all sit back and be AMAZED!!
Vince J. Carrola has been hiding far too long here on WordPress. He’s a musical genius, my friends. At the age of three he began playing guitar and by sixteen had arranged, composed and published his first book of rearranged classics. His music can be found on YouTube.
Before I go, if that wasn’t enough, Vince and his team have been working all year on perfecting the art of producing videos, and it shows. They have come so far this year. I could go on and on, but I’ll stop so you all can enjoy their talent.
Honestly, there isn’t anything this man cannot do, of that I’m certain. Blessing to you, always, Duke.
Merry Christmas!!
Moms, unlock your daughters. You want this gentleman playing guitar by your tree, I assure you.
(He’ll kill me for that…but it’ll be worth it.) *sparkles*
Gorgeous Masquerade
She’s beautiful, isn’t she,
Rare, flawed, vintage pink,
And willing.
Intricate dressings, securely draped,
Essence beckons,
A gorgeous masquerade.
More than anything,
Your persuasion,
Motivates her, always.
Peeling back her layers,
Truth is conceived,
She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.
Out There
out there you’ll know
won’t you?
how to navigate
through the waves
of me.
a tempest brews
and you soothe
it seems.
but what will I do
to help you?
Mindful Clutter
humbly,
how do I handle,
every thought found,
deep inside?
born,
without a voice,
kept hidden,
under my control.
bundled,
tightly upon,
my breasts,
ache, alive and well.
slowly,
pushing my mind,
irrationally so,
towards giving up.
aware,
i’m only one,
emotional woman,
who’s unworthy.
mindful,
i’m gravitating,
towards views,
full of clutter.
asking,
to sit beside,
material rubble,
for peace.
In Her Time
Forever
Unlimited time
Emerald in color
Ivory tips
Blossoming
Watch her
Climax
Deliberately
Proof
I counted
You placed me in danger
Thirteen separate times
In two hours
Don’t tell me that you love me
When I know that’s a lie
***
I remember promising you guys that I would post a picture of the doodlings I sketch out, while waiting for words to arrive on paper. An epiphany occurred after I’d drawn this picture, then a poem created from a memory.
The picture is meaningless, well not the thirteen heavily drawn red tallies, it seems, which have permanently indented the next few pages of my tablet, but overall it’s just doodles.
What I’ve realized is that actions DO speak louder than words. Yes, this message has been heard a million times before, I know. Now, the missive is understood. Finally. Lack of protection will never translate into love. Not for me, anyway.
Primitive Beauty
Even when nothing fits,
Sense, suffocating,
Our beliefs,
Sit here, quietly.
Forces conceived
Native
Primitive panting
Joy
Tactical breezes
Identify
Verdant willingly
Succumbs
Our spirit,
Thrives here,
Naturally.
Winter Touch
Winter touch displayed
Form adorned by sorcery
Femininity
Undeserving
Your effort to espy,
Offered in devotion.
As if creating her,
To be yours,
You choose each breath,
Affectionately.
Describing her worth,
Expressing the beauty,
She fails to presume,
However, you prove,
Consistently,
With inevitable care.
She’ll feel you,
Prepare in coy,
Wearing soft lilac,
Freely.
Her hint of blush,
Amplified for you, always.
A Perfect Ending
if I could imagine
a perfect ending
to your day
it would be
most easily
your arms
wrapped around me
your warm cheek
against mine
and the lightest sigh
breathed into my ear
Many Layers
Proven to have layers
Multifarious, yet correlated
Too thick
Too flourished
Too deep
Investing, seems risky
Autumn provides
Wooded surroundings
A chosen place to hide
Where anything is possible
And thriving made to look easy
Marked Liquescent
Impossible to outrun
You catch me
Cover me wet
Leaving me liquescent
Never to be outdone
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 