Writing & Poetry

A Morning in July

7/1/16

As the wind chimes dance in the existence of the hot July breeze,
I look down into my coffee mug to see black grounds...more please!
Then there's the tangerine colored lilies kissing one another's neck,
and the cardinals flocking to the bird seed in the homemade house...peck, peck, peck!
Etta James' bellowing melody makes comfort in my ears,
while momma K is up in the window trimming her bangs with a pair of sheers.
Meanwhile, the holy sun hovers over, draping her kimono of light and vitamin D over and over.
I'm on the lookout for hummingbirds buzzing by,
while still admiring the colors on the wings of this monarch butterfly.
Mother always said our yard was filled with God given graces,
and now that I'm sitting here writing this, I truly believe it is one of my favorite places.

Someday

4/18/13

At one point or another, our lives can change when we least expect, whether it may be in a blink of an eye, or takes years to evolve into something completely different. Either or, it seems as if we're always waiting for that someday. 

We spend so much time looking forward to it that we forget to realize the present: today. We get so caught up in dreaming and fantasizing about that someday when our lives will change for the better but maybe it's time to understand that maybe that someday could be now.

Change is in our hands and despite the rough patches in our lives, how will we ever realize when that someday has come if we're always expecting more?

Quite frankly, I believed in that someday as well...who doesn't? It surges a sense of hope into our hearts just to reassure ourselves that life will get better. However, that someday is today because each day our lives are changing and who knows how long we'll get to see another someday.

Make it today and be happy for the life you once dreamed about a few years ago from where you once were.

Mother

1/6/14

How sound she sleeps.
Her brows curtaining over her honey shaded lids, while her infinite look of youth and pure innocence wash over her stagnant body sheltered in the sheets.
How sound she sleeps.
One handedly cushioning her jaw with the other reaching out onto my cold green pillow case. Sunset gold strands of hair whisper onto her cheek and shadow sides of her face. Her rib cage slowly inviting the thick, dark, night air into the shelter of her lungs. Steady breathing, a sense of tranquility in her bone structure, and beauty deepening into every blueprint of her face.
How sound she sleeps.

The Snow

1/5/14

Specks of crystal glitter glistened in her brunette spirals of hair, her cheeks fairy dusted with the fairest shade of pink, and her eyes...her eyes star struck by the reflection of the white wonderland beneath her snow clumped boots. For she was but a girl lost in the solitude of the falling flecks of snow and glimmer of city lights.

Mia

1/7/14

They say you wish to be the amazing human that your dog thinks you are, but what I appreciate is the golden canine that makes and has made me a happier being. Her name is Mia. Not only is she there to raise your spirits, not only is she around to go for walks, not only is she present to keep you company, but God brought this special dog into my life: to be a companion, to keep me warm nestled in her down feathered fur, and for the healing of the aches in my heart. For there is no other animal to me like Mia - a blessing at it's best and such sweetness illuminating into my soul. A friendship so strong, since a little girl in yellow rain boots explored the woods with her golden pup trailing behind her heels, to a teenage girl worrying about boys and her fury middle aged friend laying at her bedside, up to a fully grown woman still loving her white haired, brittle golden girl. Best friends from the start and until life do us part...Maddie & Mia