Happy Mother’s Day! Have you spoken those kind words to your Mother today or held her dearly in your thoughts? A mother can take the place of all others, but nobody else can take her place. The day to celebrate and honour the mother of your family, as well as acknowledge motherhood, maternal bonds and […]
It’s been 30 or 40 days
At this point what’s the difference
An hour more a minute less
The silence sticks to me like a wool sweater, hot and uncomfortable
Bubbling over with every thought
Every doubt all competing in a race
For my full attention and the finish line
I feel fine
Just noticing how much these walls echo
Every step on these creaky wood floors
Louder than the last
You sure seem to have adapted well
Folding laundry, cooking, cleaning
Like any other day
I admire your ability to withstand it all
Thankful our daughter & son have you
Thankful my silence doesn’t overwhelm your strength
As it does mine
I want to rip the sweater off
But change is a process and I take my time with everything
For now I’ll comfort myself in the laughter echoing from our children
In the sunlight
Beaming through the window
And the uncharacteristic silence of our NYC street
So quiet you can hear the birds sing
I never noticed how many of them
Line up on the tree adjacent to our window
Flitting from one branch to the next
Like any other day
by Melissa Calderon-Rougié
andwhenshesings.wordpress.com
I understand why you died tonight
why the devil grew his tail
as your mind became frail,
why the sky mistook him for an angel.
Vienna and Bruges, and all that is smooth —
when toe meets foreshore;
dark chocolate, the Louvre.
Of nard and koi, and all that is joy —
sparkling streams of cygnets,
hard liquor, soft toys.
And now for the news.
Lead ties to shank
surfeit from the crapulous,
there are those who wait for the
summer to fall
there are those who act
when tablet mountain calls,
who torched the trellis
watched the wind make it crawl
it’s hard when no-one knows
where no-one goes
behind your wall.
In my last post, I talked about the importance of stepping back and being kind to yourself if you’re finding it hard to write during these difficult times. Staring at the same four walls, not interacting with new people, and not embracing new experiences as you normally would will doubtless take a hit on your […]
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Being bound by the four walls of this house has revealed beauty in what seems mundane and ordinary. What I find increasingly amusing these days are the little moments that usually would pass us by, like the flames dancing on my gas stove during an electrical outage as twilight descends into the night . As […]
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As I continue along on this journey of Throwback Thursday Poetry Edition, I cannot believe how horrible I was to my own writing. I have notes, stickies, comments, and scrawled messages about how much I hate the piece and that I’ll be back to fix it. While the work is clearly not the greatest, it’s […]
I attend several online writing groups now that do nothing but reserve space for writing. One is called Zoom Cafe. Shut Up and Write is a nationwide Meetup organization. Several regional NaNoWriMo groups also offer these types of meetings year round. The first one I attended felt kind of weird. After a few minutes of […]
How to start Scrapbooking that is quick & easy but looks amazing.
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Love letters i hold close to heart
Papers tainted with signature scents of you and I
Time and distance, counted as days to miss one and no other
Goodbye hugs tighter and reconcilation hugs deeper
Skin and sheets made the lovers sweeter
Happiness is kind and love is a keeper
and you say it means keep her
Keep her love, read her smiles and make beauty stay forever
Kisses meant, its you
Flowers say always.
Words held truth
Actions bore honor.
Truly blessed as true believers
My old soul travelled so far in time
Millenials believe love is telepathic
Fairytales lie, and they vibe
Absorb my love, It surrounds me but its not in me
Worship do not adore, they crave obsession
Hold my hair up while i throw up
Sick signs of true love.
Lets share bad habits, and say loving has evolved.
The very core of love they corrupt
They can’t even comprise on something so simple as color
They call hiding freedom of expression
Expressing love weakness of the subconscious
They propose with flare and disbelief
Romance is denied or dead
I tell them romance is not sex.
They say stay single then, one night stands is a trend.
The circle is vicious,but people like us don’t bend
No matter what lives,they have been given.
We know, knowing the universe
Designate souls meets wherever they may be
In their mordern world what’s meant to be will be.
