Massive wave hills were breaking further out than I had ever seen.
I told myself and my friend that I would stay close-by shore,
And go no further, no more.
Slipping into the icy froth of the rip express lane,
Passing familiar rocky point,
I sat on my board, just gliding seaward like floating royalty in a river coronation,
Absorbing solar praise,
Robed regally in wet fur seal like suit,
Laughingly shouting back to my friend enjoying the shore-break surfing:
“Check this out!”
Forgetting to embrace shoreline wisdom.
My mistake apparent within seconds,
I am no king of the sea.
Today the familiar merry go round rip
joyfully ridden back to wave riding position
Bulged uncharacteristically and pulled me near to panic,
An unstoppable river, impossible to defy.
I was riding a water chairlift out to liquid white mountains.
In a salty blink, I whispered, “Save me!”
Doubt gushed, poured and exited out.
I saw daughter, wife, scenes of life.
I heard a royal blue voice call out: “Keep going, yes further out.”
Each shivering stroke showed feeble faith
As the sets rising green and tall drew terrifyingly near.
A precious wave approached from an unexpected angle,
Birthing hope within—to catch it would be certain escape.
It lifted me up, throwing me down, carrying me in.
I rode that surfboard like a rapid-rafting baboon,
Arriving to the shore,
Whispering appreciation to the real Sea King.
School children wait, anxious for that first flake to fall-
“The weatherman said…” cried a child under her breath.
Workers share the same anxiousness, hoping the snow waits-
until they are home by the fireside with their lover.
Snow plow operators can’t wait, they have to be ready,
start their engines when that first flake falls.
And it is so beautiful as it coats everything in white,
Children rejoice as they play in the frozen fluff.
Parents who can, relax and watch the joy on their faces.
Then drivers notice that the snow is turning to slush.
Such beauty becomes an ugly grey mess, and yet, next time,
We, for some reason, go through the same routine.
sounds of revelry spatters the night split skirts ride high on corners trading skin for money eyes of youth through windows stare to lie on backs open legs - knees bent MISCHIEF ~ but never kiss the lowly have it tougher battering or death, risks lined up on the street calling 'honey what you want' are they empty remembering the little girls they were and how they sell themselves exhibiting their wares but who am I to judge the top girls don't have corners there's no mayhem in their world unlike the street lamp hussling tease and flaunt their 'goods' they do 'a job', as I do mine and who am I to say this is how they live their life from day ..to day..to day ©jmtacken Sep 2013
I long to write the words
That might just change a life.
I hope for beauty,
With every letter I place on a page.
I want to write with abandon
And connect with people
Around the world.
I want my words
To bring tears to eyes
And paint pictures in minds.
I want love to live in every poem, to
Reach across the seas and back
To touch a million lives.
I’m left floundering
Wondering if it’s enough
As I write from
This messy human place.
I want to tell the stories
We all want to read,
Instead I write the
Only stories I know
The simple, the plain
The unassuming beauty of a sunset
The quiet pain of a broken heart,
Happy to reach even one other soul.
It’s what we all want isn’t it
One way or another
To reach, to connect with
Another human being.
To prove to ourselves that we aren’t alone
Moving through this world.
q u i e t
c u r r e n t
m u s i c
d r e a m ing
m e m o r y
b e a u t y
r e m a i n
r e m e m b e r
r e s i d e
Well we headed out on a mission
JT was excited to get going
She stood still as I got her collar on, as well as her Red scarf
We told her to go out to the truck and she sat beside her door
It is just a 10 minute ride and I could not wait to go see what the lake
Yes it was in the yard as it always is at draw down. I am so tired of
losing the land I pay so much for in taxes , as well as all the work I do to make the lower area
just as pretty as the upper yard
So today JT and I set out on a mission and you will see lots of photos in days to come
I will post most on Living and Lovin and 20 lines Facebook page
Follow along if you have time
For here today they are calling for some snow. You know it won’t make me happy as I adore my sunshine filled days. I do however loves running out to grab a shot before one foot prints or paw print disturbs the scene.
Only wish the Deer and Moose had been having their morning drink from our stream when I ran out to snap the photo.
I was still hurting bad from tackling the Willow
I had to push through the pain
All I had to do was take it slow
I had everything really to gain
So I awoke from a horrible night
Made myself ready for the day
Keeping my future health in sight
I headed off to do gentle Yoga just before midday
I still needed some downtime
I needed to just be alone
So I took this drive and made the climb
Just around the bend I saw HER though she was not alone
Silly Poem really just wanted to share Her with You as she made me take the time to just smile as I took her photo through the passenger side window. I guess I have a thing for their beauty. They are so much a part of the landscape of New England
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PEACE & LOVE
Transparent teardrop that trickles down thy cheek
followed by another, if you could
what would you speak?
Transparent teardrop trickles down thy face
followed by another its path
it tries to trace
Could you tell me why you fall
upon skin so young and fair?
droplets of silent emotion
is there too much pain to bear?
Or perhaps that it is laughter
that brings you upon fair cheek
laughter welled from inside
it is from happiness you peek?
We can look upon the face for signs
as to the reason you have come
so transparent teardrop
are you here from a smile or a frown?
We cannot read you, we only see you flow
are you here from pain or joy
the answer we do not know
When I was a teenager it always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
Sing the song of love with me-
The song which you know by heart
but have hidden within the valleys of your heart,
let it come to you, let it guide you.
Sing the song of love-
The song that will end all this pain.
Let’s sing it together,
let us all sing it together
so as to engrave it in all our hearts.
Sing the song of love with me,
for it will bring the joy, the beauty in our souls.
Sing it with me- the song of love.
An early morning dream
where everything is still so dark,
the light of the day hasn’t yet arrived,
the dawn is beginning its show.
An early morning dream,
where I dream of the early morning,
the stars still shining,
the moon though can’t be seen.
An early morning dream
where I experience the early morning.