Longing

Eavesdropper
Under a Full Miami moon
I sit eyes closed
Listening to the waves make love to the sand
Thrusting and crashing and then
sweet whispered sigh of release
as the waves climax and
the sand welcomes the surrender of her spent lover

Voyeur
I move belly down
over the dune
transfixed on the secret ritual of the ocean and shore
I inch closer
hoping to be welcomed in
They tease me
touching gently in invitation
then pulling back laughing
knowing this eternal dance
is meant
just for two...

Dead Man's Float

Face Down
All loose limbs and little bubbles
Heartbeat in my ears
Complete relaxation

Face Up
Tighter harder to control
Sun in my eyes
Weightless and tense

Flip over
Limpid and boneless
Part of the surface
Longing for Oneness

Deep Breathe
Contact Broken
Dead Men can float
Live Women must swim...

Cracked

Yesterday
I Cracked


After Pounded

By

Attitudes
Ignorance
Disregard
Apathy
Narcissism
Disrespect

I Cracked


Out Gushed

My

Anger
Resentment
Sarcasm
Contempt
Stress
Irritation

I Cracked


So Overwhelmed

With

Shame
Embarrassment
Mortification
Consternation
Dismay
Chagrin

I Breathed


Today
I healed

Gold in the Street

I have this very frequently recurring dream. I am always finding gold in the streets. Not coins, or bars, but lost jewelry. Single earrings, broken chains, charms with no necklaces. I have never been able to figure it out. Obviously I am searching, I once thought it was about money, but I keep finding small things of value people over look because it is broken or lost....


Broken
Lost
Discarded

Always finding the small insignificant things
Alone they are nothing
Together they hold value

Boo-Boo
Tears
Bruises

A story told
A child rescued
Never to be beaten again

Co worker
Compliment
Warmth

A lonely person
A connection made
Life is to be lived after all

Look
Smile
Conversation

Who needs the Internet?
A few words, plans made
A heart begins to unfold

Recognition
Respect
Love

Want it~Need it
Always searching for it
Look inside~it's already there

weekend wordsmith

A Guy's First Love by 14

14 had to write a Shakespearean sonnet. Man, did he do a great job!!

Green grass becomes the focus of my heart

Orange dirt grinding into my cleats

White straight lines make the field a work of art

Yellow sun freckles any skin it meets

Food and baseball make a double feature

Inhale the smell of popcorn and leather

Family settles into the bleacher

Fans to the end no matter the weather

Calm on the outside my pulse races swift

My passion can just barely be contained

A pop fly to first, the catch is a gift

Delight surges from my body unrestrained

My heart pounds every time I touch a glove

Baseball is my all Baseball is my love

Daddy's Girl

http://threewordwednesday.wordpress.com/touching, visible, stage


She stood in the middle of the stage
Touching the edge of her tutu
Visible tremor in her lower lip
Looking for her Daddy

She stopped at the sign
Touching the brake pedal
Visible panic in her eyes
Looking at her Daddy

She walked across the stage
Touching her new diploma
Visible sign of relief on her face
Looking for her future

She danced with her new husband
Touching her Daddy's heart
Visible tear in his eye
Looking at his girl

She smiled from the hospital bed
Touching the tiny fingers
Visible smile shared with her Daddy
Looking at herself