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A Stormy Night With You

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As I listen to the rain spattering against my cabin’s window,
I think of that night when we were stranded here.
The roads were washed out and the creek overflowing,
but I was in your arms , safe, warm, a long-awaited dream.

I saw the lights blink on the alarm clock, the bang on the transmitter.
I smiled, we were alone, you and I , no one would check on us.
I tugged on grandma’s quilt and you tugged back-asleep.
I listened to the sweet sound of your breath, soft, even.

When I awoke, stars glimmered in the window, the clock was flashing.
Darkness still surrounded me, along with your strong, hard arms.
I wanted this night to last forever, the moon seemed satisfied with just a peek at us.
You and I, finally in a place where life brought a freshness-alone, together.


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A Stormy Night With You

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As I listen to the rain spattering against my cabin’s window,
I think of that night when we were stranded here.
The roads were washed out and the creek overflowing,
but I was in your arms , safe, warm, a long-awaited dream.

I saw the lights blink on the alarm clock, the bang on the transmitter.
I smiled, we were alone, you and I , no one would check on us.
I tugged on grandma’s quilt and you tugged back-asleep.
I listened to the sweet sound of your breath, soft, even.

When I awoke, stars glimmered in the window, the clock was flashing.
Darkness still surrounded me, along with your strong, hard arms.
I wanted this night to last forever, the moon seemed satisfied with just a peek at us.
You and I, finally in a place where life brought a freshness-alone, together.


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The Feeling of Home

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Home is the place where I walk in the door, recognize the fragrances, smiles at the messes, savor the peace and feeling of security. When my family is with me, What I miss most about home, is simply home, itself.

Of course, coming home alone is a different story. The joy of beloved faces, sloppy kisses from kids and pets, and the “ahh” of taking off the uncomfortable shoes or clothes you’ve endured while you were away, all of these give home that all important feeling of belonging.

What strikes me most about my feelings for ‘home’ is thinking of the homeless. Thinking of not having that place to rest, not being able to go to the kitchen, open the curtains and fix some chai tea. Not flopping down in your favorite recliner, or taking a hot bath. I honestly believe that the best thing about home is simply HAVING ONE.


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The Telephone Rings

Her little voice across the phone last night:
“I saw your picture in the paper. Nice!”
(My writers’ group, one afternoon of white
snow, candy canes, hot chocolate, gave a slice

of literature with readings, workshops, sales
of our own books before the Christmas rush.)
And then my granddaughter asked, voice in trails
of hope, “Can I come over?” In a hush

of happiness how I agreed. “I’ll bring
my books and I could have my lesson.” Yes!
She plays piano. I, the richest king,
anticipated her arrival, press

of long brown hair against my chest. And soon
I saw her lime-green coat. She ran to me,
“Hi, Memah.” O, that sweetened perk. The moon
last night shone brighter than the stars. To be

with her is treasure. How this charmer brings
me joy with laughs and smiles tucked in so tight
that every polished moment like this clings
with stubborn happiness and makes dark light.

English: Siemens Gigaset 4010 Classic, cordles...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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SPRAY

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Spray

 

Not all days have waves such as this

Some days the are just sweet and lazy

It is days such as this though that bring me such bliss

The sky was such a beautiful Blue without a sign of being hazy.

 

I love the spray as it dances above the waves as if to hold still till I capture it

It seems to add to the beauty of this photo with all the froth of this crashing wave

It is here upon the hill I sit and wait till just the perfect moment click

Though I now know  it is really the peace I find at this special place full of powerful waves I simply crave.

 

 

 

 

 


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TRUCKING the last years

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Trucking

My Last Rig

It has been a very long time since I looked at this photo.  I used to miss this truck so much, then it was the girl  I was, who had gone missing.

Let me tell you some background since a few have asked about the days I spent behind the wheel of an 18 Wheeler(this one has 22 ) .

So much happened before I became a trucker, guess you would surmise that,  as young girls really did not drive tractor-trailer trucks  in the mid to late 70′s,  well not in New England especially.

So do I begin here with this time period in the photo or go from the start?

I think I will do this blog from just before  the time I bought her till I said goodbye,  as there really is an awful lot for this  story.

I was divorced in 1995  and as part of the…

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Summer (from ramblingsfromamum)

My body lies upon the sand and the warmth radiates and envelopes my every pore

I inwardly smile at how I feel, my senses are tingling and alive as I listen to the sounds of the waves tumbling

I have waited all year to feel this way

To be by the ocean to hear its sounds, to smell it

Summer

My hands dig into the soft and gritty like crystals and slowly I let each grain pass through my fingers

My eyes closed my breath draws in to absorb the perfume of the water, the smell of the warmest season

My eyes blink open and I stare to the sky above to watch the clouds dance in the wind that carries them

I watch as birds fly overhead and cry out making themselves known

Summer

So perfect the day the quietness, the stillness around me with only the waves and the sounds of feathered creatures

My mind escapes into the paradise, my thoughts tumble, like the waves they ebb and flow

How perfect, how serene at happiness complete

The seasons that make a difference to my feelings my emotions

Summer

I have waited for the warmth to feel the sand, to hear the ocean, to gaze into the water

I have passed through the cold and wintry months, the time of Spring and Autumn, with summer I am alive

This is my place, this is where I belong

I am content at peace

Summer

Why does this have such a hold on me?

Why am I happiest here?

I cannot say, is it because I am a water sign?

Possibly

Summer

Some places make us feel alive more than others

Being near the water is mine

I have tranquility listening to the waves or stepping amongst the rock pools to watch the life below

I simply belong

Summer

Do you have a place where you belong?

Where your senses come alive

Where the sounds of all around you without an orchestra

Fulfills you and takes you to a place you may only have in your dreams…

Summer


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Cautious

                                         

I feel cautious,                                                                                                                                                                             of my condition.

I feel arrogance,                                                                                                                                                                         for the happiness.

I feel urgency,                                                                                                                                                                             but I don’t know why.

I feel tired,                                                                                                                                                                                    of everything good.

I feel ill,                                                                                                                                                                                          for I’m going mad.

I feel obliterated,                                                                                                                                                                       by this struggle.

I feel unkind,                                                                                                                                                                                towards everyone.

I feel sick,                                                                                                                                                                                       of myself.


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Markers That Help You Shine

Markers

You come down the pathway

to the river’s edge.

Seeking solitude, to get away.

There is no one near.

But, you gaze upon those rock formations

and know someone has gone before you to mark their way.

You seek solace, you seek cleansing, you don’t want to hear

that inner voice that criticizes your past life and limitations.

Is there comfort in knowing others have been there?

I believe if the marker, the sign, is gentle and beautiful

one is more likely to see the wisdom, the grace.

The soothing comfort of others is available when 

we are ready to change our ways.

Can you see those markers before you?

When you come upon them

recognize them for the signs

that brush across your tired, tight brain.

Let them heal, soothe, comfort you.

Come in out of the mental rain, the reign

of self harm, the negative doubts.

See the beauty, the positive path and 

escape the bouts of being a dark cloud.

Others tire of this part of you…they need to see

you shine….you, shine.


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Another Chance

Another Chance

 

We met when we were young. Very young.

Mom said it was puppy love.  I know it was real love.

We parted for many years.

He married and raised a family.

I married and raised none.

Well that’s really not true, even

through the abuse, I watched over his child

from another, smart enough to walk away.

I also  ran the business, when the one I chose was not able to do

so with a clear mind and without a drink in his hand.

Jump forward thirteen years after the divorce and I get a phone call.

A friend asks what exit I am at and after telling him he gives me a number and

asks me to call that boy from so long ago, who is just down the street from me.

My heart raced, I made the call and now we have just over 8 years together.

AGAIN

This is condensed for sure Twenty Lines a Day ,  they say.

I am blessed with a second chance, at my REAL LOVE.


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Live

What will this new day bring?

Will I laugh?  Will I sing?

Will I cry bitter tears…

Bitter tears of longing?

~~~

Will I dwell on things lost?

If so, what will it cost?

Opportunity missed…

Bridges burned, and not crossed?

~~~

Will I great treasures find?

The everlasting kind?

Although troubles may come…

Will I renew my mind?

~~~

This day brings what I give

What I pass through the sieve

Not what happens to me…

But how I choose to live.


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Our Happiness…

I look around as I walk in the sun

remembering many times we had  fun

there isn’t a cloud up in the sky

in a concerning  instant I wonder why

is there some reason for life’s quest

or is it for me to just try my best

I want one thing , to get over this mess

with you to enjoy , our own happiness

 

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Choose

Thinking, thinking…

What comes next?

Blinking, shrinking…

Now I’m vexed

Will not let it

Get me down

Child of the King

Where is my crown?

Life is like that

Don’t you know?

Pressure cooker

Watch it blow!

I don’t have to

Let it be

I can choose to

Be happy

And that’s just what

I will do.

I’ll be happy…

How ’bout you?

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