How Would You Feel If This Happened To You?
18 May 2012 12 Comments
I get confused sometimes about my feelings. They get hurt a lot. Instead of getting angry, I hold it all in until times like this when I have to let it out. So, I’m using a hypothetical situation to gain some insight on how this might feel to other people.
How would you feel?
If you cooked something for 3 hours and waited for two people to come home to eat it, just for them to tell you that they stopped at McDonalds. And….they knew you were cooking.
Just curious about how other people might feel if this hypothetical situation may arise.
Thank you.
May 18, 2012
Coventry CT
Captivated
14 May 2012 3 Comments
I am completely captivated by this picture. It speaks so clearly to me of motherly love, care and protection. The eye of the Queen half opened. The claws stretched and the arm swagged around the kitten. A mother animal needs to use every part of her body to care for her young. It is one of the most beautiful displays on earth.
Coventry CT
May 14, 2012
You Can Be (For a very special someone, whom I adore)
12 May 2012 6 Comments
You can be
The sun
And want to be
The moon
That’s okay with me
*****
You can be
A ruby ring
And rather be
A diamond necklace
That’s just fine with me
*****
You can be
The stripes on the American flag
And decide
You would like to be
The stars
That’s just peachy with me
*****
You can be
A hot air balloon
Soaring high
Fueled by flames
Shouting
To the world
“Look at me!”
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Or maybe
What you really desire
With a burning heart
And thoughtful conviction
Regardless the obstacles
Naysayers
Or the work to be done
Or anything
Or anyone
That may stand in your way
Maybe, just maybe
You want to be
Who you really are
******
Let the confusion rest now
Let the thoughts settle and calm
Let the secrets turn themselves into loving and understanding embraces
Let not another second go by
Without reaching
And wanting
And striving
*****
You have been
Who everyone wanted you to be
You excelled
And accepted nothing less than your very best
Brilliant
Those things will never change
Now the time has come
For you
And who you are
Who you choose to be
Who you know you are
The exact right fit
You are Hope!
Beautiful
Gleaming
Glowing
Amazing and powerful
Hope
And that my dear one
Is simply A-Okay with me
*****
You have my love, support, compassion, understanding and whatever else you ever need for ever. I love you.
*****
May 12, 2012
Coventry CT
I love you
A Mother’s Protection
05 May 2012 1 Comment
This photograph is very powerful to me and I glean a great deal of pride and strength when I look at it. Enjoy.
The Rake
30 Apr 2012 11 Comments
A quiet tool
Unlike its noisy counterparts
How the neighbors
Love to break out their
Noisy machines
To manicure
Their pristine lives
To eradicate
All the debris
Collected since the last time
The grasses grew
******
Simply engineered
Of wood and steel
The handle makes way
To the working end
The teeth
To scratch at the earth
Biting deep into the soil
So much hunger
Ravenous
*****
So I have mated with
With this silent marvel
And have chosen it
To be my companion
The obliging thing
Could care less
If it leans against the lamppost
Or if it toils all the day long
Unearthing wild violets
Ferns and rich brown dirt
Fertile and emerging
It dances gracefully
Along with me
As I stumble
It holds me steady
And when I am ready to let go
It doesn’t look back
*****
We’ve traveled
Great distances
Mountains made of everything
In it’s path
Heaping piles of leaves
Sticks and anything else
That fate has selected
That rage has been aimed at
All the neglect and apathy
That winter brings
The rake has the power
Once within my calloused hands
To reclaim what was mine
To begin with
******
At the end
Of the day
It leans
Quietly
Unbroken
By miles and miles
A million, I think
I feel
And I lean now
Hard
On whatever I can find
To hold me
And I have screamed
A million times
For a million reasons
And underneath
All of that
The wild violets grow
Gracious enough to pretend
They didn’t hear my screams
Thankful
For they were suffocating
They were obscured
All the beauty they have to offer
Would never have been found
I accept their gratitude
And humble myself
For low and behold
Underneath so much ugliness
Underneath so much neglect
Underneath so much pain
The wild violets
Show me
That I am not living in vain
And the value I hold
If nothing else
Is to know
Where to find
What I’m looking for
*****
The rake
Will lean
Until
I join it
Again
And I will
Because I will never be done
Looking
Searching
Seeking
Taming
And caring enough
To find
The
The wild violets
That grow
Within me
*****
April 30, 2012
Coventry CT
A Day
01 Apr 2012 8 Comments
I wrote this little poem a few years ago. I replay it in my head at times, when things start to feel as though everything I have to do is under duress. It is a comfort to me. It reminds me that there are all different kinds of days in my life. The ones that drag on endlessly and relentlessly. The ones that pass much too quickly because everything is just right. And the ones like today, that make me hope tomorrow is going to be better.
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A day is like a thousand years
A day is like a minute
A day is like a lifetime
Every day you’re in it
April 2006
Manchester CT
The Story Of The Little Shack
03 Mar 2012 13 Comments
The keys will be changing hands soon, again. As they do, I’ve been thinking about my days in the little shack. It’s a rental house now, but it used to be mine, ours. Before Vincent, before a second marriage, before I started to rebuild my life after losing everything, including my dream house in a divorce.
My now husband and I were biding our time, knowing we had to find a place to live. I was losing the house of my first marriage. There was no saving it, a devastating blow. He, my first husband, walked away scott free and left behind something too big for me to manage. What was once the American dream, was now the American tragedy. Foreclosure was imminent.
Out of desperation, I called our local real estate agent. I liked Tom, he knew about the town and all the little places in it. I was hoping he would help find one for us, to start all over in.
It was pouring rain that day. Tom gave me an address and I drove over to take a look. The little shack was a sight for sore eyes. I immediately fell in love with it, regardless of the fact that it was on the slate to be condemned. The private neighborhood, the waterfall at the entrance and the little beach were amenities too great to be true. The little shack was going to be our new home.
I drove madly to the firehouse and collected my not then husband. Chattering on and on about the great little place. I was brimming with enthusiasm and relief, that we would not end up homeless. This was it! My blinders were on, and all I could see was hope that we would have a chance to be in a home again. You see, my husband lost everything is his divorce too. We didn’t have a pot to piss in, but we were in love and all we wanted was an opportunity to have something from the ashes of nothing.
The shack was a wreck. Everything that could be wrong with a house was wrong. From the roof to the drafty old windows. It was dreary and depressing. Someone had stopped loving this little place and let it go. It had become an eyesore in the neighborhood and was going to be condemned. That is until I found it and made up my mind that we would love it and fix it up and be very happy there. Walking into the living room area, I heard a crash and a groan, my man fell through the floor! He pulled himself out, looked down into the hole and said, “well, we’re going to have to fix that”. I knew right then, that we were home.
During our time there, we did a lot of renovating. I started working full-time and became pregnant with Vincent. Then we got married. I figured, since I had done everything differently the first time, marriage, house, children, that it might be luckier to do it all backwards the second time, house, kid, marriage. And it was lucky and so wonderful. We fixed up the attic into a bedroom loft for the 3 other kids we had from our previous marriages, a little nursery for Vincent and we were as cozy as six bugs in a rug.
Some evenings, I would pull into the driveway after a day at work, and there was my husband with the paddle boat, Vincent strapped in and a picnic basket. We would have our dinner on the lake and then go fishing. It was paradise. One night, we had my mom over for dinner, our table was in the living room, in front of a big double window. We had a lovely meal, my husband drove my mom home, came back to join me on the couch to relax and watch some TV. CRASH! The ceiling directly above the table we just dined at with my dear mother, caved in! We sat on the couch as we watched water, debris and a lot of acorns cascade down like a clumsy waterfall. When it finally stopped, we looked at each other and laughed. I think my husband said, “well, I’m going to have to fix that”.
Tomorrow, the keys to the little shack will be in the hands of my eldest son, Chris. I doubt if he will fall through floor, or have the ceiling come down on him, but it will need some work. Cosmetic stuff mostly, it’s a sturdy little place now. The roof is good, the windows are new and it has a deck and a paved driveway. Not even close to being condemned. We kept the little shack, after we moved out, 14 years ago, to a little bigger shack. We have been renting it out to people who need a break, down on their luck, who need a place to live, just like we did. We were able to rebuild our lives because of that little place. From something, to nothing, to something again. It was a lot of hard work, but in the end, instead of a vacant lot, where there used to be shack, the shack still stands. A place to hang your hat and lay your head down at the end of a day. A place filled with memories of love and laughter.
I can only hope, for my son, that he can have the luck and the love that we had during out time, in the little shack.
Fire
24 Feb 2012 14 Comments
This is a little poem paying tribute to one of my favorite past times. Building and sitting in front of an open fire. My father taught me well. He taught me to be careful, respectful and most of all to relax and enjoy the beauty and magnificence of fire. This one’s for you dad.
It begins with hunting
And gathering
And anticipation
A need to be met
A labor of love
*****
Small twigs
And burnable things
Given up by the landscape
The waste
The materials which usefulness
Has expired
The shreds of the trees
All will be given
A respectful and dignified
Farewell
******
Branches
Burried beneath
Many Falls
Of dampened leaves
Armfulls
Of what the wind and weather
Brought down
My found treasures
To heap and feed
The flames
******
The ritual
The building
The architecture
That will assure
A sturdy foundation
Conducive to a spark
Igniting into a blaze
To keep me warm
Within the invisible
Parameters of its intensity
******
It is with gratitude
And most humble appreciation
I strike the match
To my bounty
Paying my respects
To what nature has provided
So that I may enjoy
And be renewed
And revived
By the beauty
And grace
Of the eruptive dance
Of combustion
******
Relaxed, I sit
Mezmerized
Fascinated
Mind uncluttered
To make room
For the melding
The reuniting
With a dear
Old friend
One who has kept me company
On many a chilly night
One who has kept me occupied
With its insatiable hunger
One who endlessly entertains me
With a bold miriad of color and light
And one who captures
My vivid imagination
And craving
To tame the wild
To control
What could very well
Become out of control
If not in such careful and
Loving hands
Fire
February 24, 2012
Coventry CT
The Last Time
14 Feb 2012 8 Comments
This poem was written because sometimes, love stories end before they are finished. To my husband.
Unleashed and reckless
Inhibitions dwindled
Today was for us
Our tomorrows had been swindled
*****
The clock was ticking
No rules to abide
The unwelcome visitor
Like a time bomb inside
******
We knew the danger
We knew the score
What lied close ahead
Behind the barricaded door
*****
Once he went under
To be rid of the thief
We knew not the outcome
Nor endless, subsequent grief
*****
We held on forever
Because that’s how we were
Our passions in sync
Our devotion so pure
******
To soon it had ended
The tears, how they rolled
The release had to last
Until all had been told
******
It is now just a memory
To be captured in rhyme
To be noted and filed
And labeled
The Last Time
******
February 14, 2012
Valentines Day
Coventry CT
The Edge Of My Dreams
24 Jan 2012 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Poetry
Disjointed scenarios
Crashing waves
Falling asunder
Until wakefulness saves
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Eyes barely open
My brain still afar
Trying to capture
While the dream is ajar
*****
Surrounded by people
Some whom I know
Some who have passed
A long time ago
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At times reoccurring
Places I’ve been
A maze of rooms
I”m afraid to go in
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Scattered old lovers
Rekindling vows
Always beholden
To what life disallows
******
At that delicate moment
Of the night’s escapade
My eyes start to open
Adventures then fade
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Leaving me in wonder
And the utmost suspense
I try to hang on to
What is now all past tense
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So there I lie
A vague memory
On the edge of my dreams
On the edge of me
January 24, 2012
Coventry CT
