What Could Have Been (with Audio File)

Wisps of a mist of what I used to be. Barest of breaths of what I might have been. Lost to the ever quieter waters of yesteryear. Surrounded by now of what I have to own. Facing my broken vessels of my present view. My dreams, your dreams, of what could have been, Lost to … Continue reading What Could Have Been (with Audio File) →

The Dawn in Me (with Audio File)

I sit alone after dawn and hear the bursting surrounding me.My eyes are closed, my soul has no barrier. There, a dove, cooing for her partnered one,Nearer, the wasp rasps and tests for the new home,Further, ole Sol, forcing renewed life on earth to grow, first green then in colors,Tulips, pears, daffodils, grass, burst forth … Continue reading The Dawn in Me (with Audio File) →

Dying to Spin to the DVT Express

Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE IfI had known I was going to die, I would have made my bed and head better. Monday night is my regular Spin Stationary Bike date. I usually have 2 or 3during the week. One hour of biking indoors, with music and direction from an … Continue reading Dying to Spin to the DVT Express →

Do Not Die before you are Dead (with Audio File)

Sycamore trees bent from the Northern press, whilst the lonely river freezes on the winding portion and white caps in the middle, our souls bent in the middle seeing the dawn of living tomorrow, feeling an end of our lives. Yet, the wind, nor the stream, nor the trees are concerned with an end, just … Continue reading Do Not Die before you are Dead (with Audio File) →

Alone and Wanting the Dawn (with Audio File)

That first light of dawn, cold yet hopeful, I alone with the dawn, cold yet wanting, waiting for that growing brightness, slowly slowly peeking, above the all, wanting, wanting, and knowing it will be warmer, while I am still wanting. The sun, too, is alone, but is the source of all that is living, … Continue reading Alone and Wanting the Dawn (with Audio File) →

A Bridge to Hearts (with Audio File)

That first touch, so long ago, that touch of a ring finger over the thumb, slowly, gently, with great caution. Guarded for rejection and recoil, your senses high. Wonder and fear all wrapped in one. So different from Momma who wrapped you up and loved you in one. Foreign land now. A horrid and fearful … Continue reading A Bridge to Hearts (with Audio File) →