Saturday, January 27, 2007

Ya think?...

New co-worker: "I'm flabbergasted!"

Jean: "Any particular reason, or do you just like the way that feels?"

New co-worker: (blink, blink)

Jean: (smiling)

New co-worker: "You don't make much sense sometimes."


...fade to other co-workers laughing and peeing pants.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Memory...

There's something about a good man's hands...
It matters not what work they do.
Rough or soft, scarred, thick or thin.

Ever so gently, yet firm, cupped around my face.
Confident and strong, drawing me toward him.
Tender, shielding, sharing.

Fingers under my chin, holding steady while his thumbs,
caressing, stroke across my cheeks... as if a cherished gift.
Closer still, my lips are warmed by his even before they
finally touch. Lightly. Briefly.

Then barely back away, returning slowly to kiss only
my lower lip.
Languishing there a bit, pulling it softly between his teeth.
Just enough to make me moan, quietly.

He is doing it all. I accept and blush warm.
Nothing touches except his hands and lips. Yet, it is total
giving and submitting. Eager but restrained.
The tiniest details explored with care, over and over again.

If it happens only once, it will still last forever, because
I can remember.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Repeat As Necessary...

No promise of
sense or sanity.
Life expectancy of either.
Saturate with what
good is now.
Dissect, digest what
dark may bring again.
Away with that which creeps
and hopes to hide
jeweled bits of learning.
Know, remind (self)
good is greater here.

I am more.

More than troubles.
More than grief
and error.
Heartbeat does continue
pulsing life and
joy and dreams.
If beat should skip
then pause, reflect.
Breathe deep.
Breathe deep.
Continue...

Monday, January 22, 2007

RAGE!

is no light
sodden black
envelopes
smothers air
wanting end
surrender
sinking
will not end.
it's will will not win!
refuse the depths
claw, pull, climb upward
screaming, cursing, sweating
rage against this death!
rage against this dark!
implore, nay... demand
be gone!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Hello, again...

Well, folks, you are dealing with one whacko broad raht chere.
Oh. Maybe you already figured that out.
I should give you more credit, huh? Sorry.

I'd like to say the crisis has passed, but as long as there is
life here, we can always find some crisis.
I think it is safe to say, however, that for now, it has abated.

Progress, tiny bits that it might be, is being made. Panic over.
Normal breathing resumed.

Besides, I seem to be addicted to this blogworld and the
writing that goes with it. Not a bad thing, that.
I just needed some time to prioritize and make a better
schedule for my life... in all areas.
If I'm not careful, I just might become somewhat efficient.
If you know me, that thought will make you giggle.

I have been writing during my absence. There are three posts
waiting in draft. The first two are poems. The first one might
give you a good look at my mood when I went AWOL from here.
I eagerly await your comments. Posting will be tomorrow.

During my lighter than normal blog browsing, I came across a
quote on Sgt. Hook's blog, posted by Drill Sgt. Bleu who
periodically adds his words of wisdom and ranting there:

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects
it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."
William Arthur Ward

I like that... a lot. And, finding it today was perfect timing for me.

Much thanks to all of you who continued to check for life here
and offer words of encouragement in comments and e-mail.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Walrilla...

I'm coming out of hiding, briefly, because...
I got an e-mail today from k letting me know that one of us needs
some prayers, kind words, good thoughts... whatever ya got to give.

Donnie, at Walrilla's World, had to have his left leg amputated.

I've only been reading his blog (listed on my sidebar) for a short time, but
it doesn't take long to figure out he is definitely one of the good guys.

k (also on my sidebar) has a post up that gives some good background about
his illness, so go read there, too. Please.
Then , please go to Walrilla's World and let Donnie know we are all
sending strength his way... for him and his wife and daughter.

Thanks, folks...

Friday, January 12, 2007

I Need To Go Away...

for a while. Some things need to be done.


All of you mean a lot to me. Thank you
for all your kind words. I'll be back as soon as
I can... I just don't know when that will be.

Be well.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

A... B... or C...

A.
warm sticky wet
between them.
trembling tingling glow
simmer together.
a blanket of him
on top of her.
love dance
lust dance
both.
again again again.

B.
keep it light.
don't get too close.
don't touch too much.
my story. your story.
our story. their story.
come back but
don't stay.

C.
Call me in a few years.
I'll try not to miss you in the meantime.
Timing is everything.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Condolences...

What can be said to a man who just lost the love of his life?

Jack's beautiful wife, Doris, passed away today.
Her long, painful struggle is over. Jack and his sons could
use some kind words. Please offer your sympathy.

Jack's brother, Mick, has also posted a beautiful tribute.


Rest in peace, beautiful lady.

Prayers for comfort to you and the boys, Jack.