Blue Light #Poetry

Her waves rise & fall

like the ocean-

a dim blue light

glowing in the distance

and a violin is playing,

I can’t hear my own thoughts.

but I hear what she’s saying

This melody sounds

oddly familiar-

Because it sounds

like my own song,

Like an echo of laughter

the mood is lifted,

and the blue light is forgiven,

Like my past – like my present,

and yet these crests crash

into my mind again-

Her waves rise & fall

like the ocean,

Offering a greater understanding

of my own reflection,

Of false expectations –

Of how this pain I carry

is but a single drop in

this epiphany –

As a brand new notion

washes over me,

& her waves rise & fall

like the ocean.

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Inner Child #Poetry

Soft moonlight

casts a pale glow

across her small face-

She now knows.

She is breathing deeply

& that ripple of a memory

of another time and place

flows through me.

Her calm isn’t because

of any rescuer,

Stronger than a mountain

and steady like a river-

I know her well-






Her newfound peace

is as light as air //

& her hero was me.

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No Longer #Poetry

The weight of heartache

sits with me tonight

Like a shadow

I wish I didn’t know,

and though it feels like my

glass has been

empty for days-

I still know-

I can be happy,

And so that’s what

I’ll choose to be.

But first I am going to let

this storm pass –

not even sadness lasts-

I’ll let these

watercolor tears


free – ly \\

until they can no longer be.

Until my story

no longer bleeds-

the colors of memories

I will keep forever with me,

I’ll lean into this breeze,

and I will do my best

to remember…

Just to breathe.

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Good Friday #RememberThis

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Classic #Poetry

There are no words,

Just a heavy intake of air,

I guess I wasn’t quite prepared…

Every moment with you

written in my heartbeat,

and has been

etched forever there.

There are no words.

Just gratitude-

Just simplicity.

I feel overwhelmed with emotion-

After so much and so many years of the stinging salt of sadness,

I’m free // of the shackles-

I’m finally here

I may look like a mess

but I am healing-

& to have a downpour of laughter-

You’re so good at that &

Yes- that’s my soul needs-

Yes- that’s what I’m after,

The black and white era of my life has stuttered to a stop-

This kaleidoscope of Spring

has birthed colors I’ve never witnessed-

So many dramatic facets-

And yet – these memories are classic,

Here’s to a new year of growing.

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Lit #Poetry








to me


You lit my soul on fire

the very moment our eyes met.

Your words are my ocean –

the salt of them stings but

it’s clear that they bring healing

and I’ve found

a brand new devotion to living.

Your embrace is like lavender,

it soothes my inner child,

& the fierce but tired woman

who protects her,

When your hand held mine,

it felt like a reminder-

To breathe,

and to remember,




also one


be a memory.

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Apple Cider Jam #Poetry

The final crumbs of Winter-

dirt-caked snow crunches

beneath my worn boots,

As I knock upon The Door,

I decidedly stand quite

still to wait for you

so that I can enter-

(When we ask for strength

we must be aware of what

we are really asking for)

I hear a familiar bark –

not angry, more impatient,

Come in quick and love me

is what she means,

(Of course dogs don’t speak- which is kind of a shame)

But I rub her ears and kiss her nose just the same-

And she thanks me, as always, with her eyes.

As I sort of stumble out of my long jacket,

Your home is always warm,

Much like your smile-

Both a kind of shelter from a storm,

The soft kitchen light flickers on

and I begin our old routine,

The butter dish is warm

& the dense bread is toasting

The coals are a fierce orange-

as I hear you shuffle in

to say good morning,

Cold apple cider jam

slides like ice

atop the warm butter,

You ask how I am-

and I mutter something or other-

As I pull down the tea bags,

and I head into The Breakfast Room,

You say that special prayer –

and take a sip of your coffee,

Before we speak again-

And though your eyes are weak

and can hardly see me,

You know I’m waiting,

Like yesterday,

for the next story-

The Great Depression

and I’m gazing at

battered photographs while-

Your laughter filled the room

like filtered sunlight-

How I wish I could see through your eyes,

How he learned to dance,

How you still kept your smile,

How little you had &

How little that ever mattered,

And that – this moment – will be someday be a memory,

That will mean everything to me.

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