She visited my dream last night
unexpected and unnerving
A haunting visage of the past
After more than two years
Does she still hate me?
I am poison to her happiness
Maybe she was a dream from the start
it almost feels like it now
Yet she still makes me smile,
if only in memories and dreams
and I miss her
Sometimes I wish I could make it stop, and forget.
But it turns out, the act of trying to forget
is just another way of remembering
all the reasons I don’t want to forget you.
For some unknown reason
I’m drawn to this image
This soft unknown woman
And her warm haunting visage
She is no one I know
No recognizable feature
But again, I’m drawn to her
This beautiful creature
It could be quite possible
My mind knows the truth
That somehow I loved her
In long ago youth
A vestigial memory
I have not a clue
It could be this simple
She reminds of you
I wish I knew someone big enough…..
to make me fly again.
She would order blueberry pancakes
just to pick out the blueberries
She would order eggs and bacon
only to pick at the eggs and eat the bacon
She was disgusted by the old man
that hacked and gagged a few booths away
She always put her hand on my leg
and warmed my soul with her smile
Michigan: 5:45am today. Amazing and Beautiful.
Red sky at night
Red sky in the morning
sailors take warning
A simple sailor’s rhyme
but never doubt it’s truth
sailors know to read the sky
this we learned in youth
My mother used to share these words
when evening sky caught fire
my mind would leap to morning’s glow
and thoughts of rain’s desire
She used to let us watch the storms
our minds would race and fly
with every clap of thunder
and lightning filled the sky
This morning as I drove to work
while redness filled the sky
reflecting on my mothers face
a tear fell from my eye
I love you Mom.
Feel free in use “Father” or “Dad” if you so choose as you read. It’s all good. 🙂
I had a thought yesterday while
skimming the pool. It dawned on me
how relaxing it was.
Is it just me, or do you find many of the
things you once considered drudgery to be
almost therapeutic as you get older? I abhorred
skimming when my dad used to MAKE me do it as a kid.
Now it is so calming and relaxing. The cool water,
the sun on your shoulders and the satisfaction of
cleaning up all those little fuzzies from the
Cutting the lawn is solitary work
and provides time to reflect. The drone
of the engine, the smell of the grass
and the tune you sing while work.
The feeling you get looking back on
all the straight lines. Love it.
Washing a car. It used to be what
you did just before a date
or something your parents made you do.
Now it’s something to look forward
to on a lazy Saturday.
The water, the soap,
the shine of your baby and a cold
beer as you admire your work.
Funny how age and time can
change your perspective and
make something that was once
a chore become almost therapeutic.
Or, maybe it’s just me…….