For a stretched moment we are not our voices discussing aging parents, men, kids, politics, and relationships we are not our choices that leave us pondering, questioning, understanding, revising, and releasing we are who we’ve always been – playful spirits hushed by life’s demands we found each other again – laughing at life’s silly shit …
Tag: ocean
Saturday Shorts – Her Cottage by the Sea
Looking through my beach photos from Florence, Oregon turned my attention toward my Her Cottage by the Sea poems (links below). I am sharing a few excerpts from those poems, in the form of "shorts." Those sensual poems, written last year, were inspired by my poem, "a Writer's Dream." 🌊 Her Cottage by the Sea …
Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)
Slowly, she traced the smooth edge of the top curve of her steamy cup. Smooth, it was, under a fingertip that had felt his lips, soft to her touch. Knees tucked under her chin, wrapped in a soft blanket with hanging fringes swaying in the gentle wind. Her body warmed by thoughts of him. A …
Deep Dive into the Center
Layers removed. What did cover and hide, now stripped away. Bare skin. Bare souls. All that remains. Free of all they held and all that held them back. Into the center, they dove. Into the center – transcendence attained. The center holds the space where hearts and souls aligned, match the rhythm of lapping waves. …
Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)
A morning spent tracing curves with slow and deliberate fingertips. They release a power that contradicts- soft, sensual, and delicate yet, they spark a fire within. They form the shape of words absorbed by her salty and sandy skin. Unspoken words turn to ash when they are drawn in to a body that pulses with …
Her Cottage by the Sea
Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …
Finding a Porpoise
Finding a purpose is a purposeful life-long journey, and one I commend, but I just want to find a porpoise who can teach me how to click and spin, and how to play with wild abandon, and how to hold my breathe while diving to deep depths. With a sense of purpose, my newfound porpoise …
Nothing Will keep me aFloat (audio poem)
Nothing Will keep me aFloat - poem with audio A danger sign missed. Inner wisdom dismissed. Into a flowing stream with more than my toes, I willingly stepped. Floating down a winding brook, following a carefully chartered course, turning a corner, I was dumped into the deep, where other rivers merged. A leisurely scene suddenly …