In the early dawn a poem was born
a spawn from lovingly sewn words
into a beautiful tapestry.
The flowers in the meadows speak poetry…
proudly presenting its colors with vivid display
of poetic words.
Then there are the stars brightly lit across
the otherwise darkened sky
gilding it with eccentric words
only poets could ever describe.
It took space
blanketed my driveway
with its frosty attitude
and rude uninvited ways.
Love comes in many forms, not just a romantic love but also a deep love and acceptance of oneself.
The most loving love story one can present to the world is learning to love myself, ourselves. Many times we take ourselves for granted, especially us single people.
Today, is Valentine’s Day and please send yourself something special, take yourself out to lunch or cook something especial for dinner tonight. Open up a bottle of wine or whatever spirits of your choice have a toast to yourself.
Better yet, take your drink outside in the garden sip it slowly and savor the nature, inhale some fresh air and start loving yourself. Appreciate yourself and be thankful that all these years you have yourself to rely on.
Happy Valentine’s day everyone!
Hands cold
Throat numb
Mouth opened wide
Soundlessly screaming…
She writes melancholy like she’s lived it before.
I dreamt of a dream I can’t recall
All I remember is I was about to fall
Into a sinkhole as big as a wall
I dreamt of a dream I can’t recall
My lover and I had a fight
He gave my heart the biggest fright
He didn’t feel nothing at all and
I can’t feel no remorse not even
Slightly apologetic at all …
-Have you ever had a dream you can’t recall in the morning?
You and I used to be
an intricate piece of
fabric held by a strong bond.
Now we are like a ripped tapestry
with worn out stitches
fibers and filaments
holding it together
tattered beyond repair.
Thought I reblog this piece only because it is almost valentine’s day, and tomorrow is Sunday. You may want to think what to give her or him for Valentine’s day you may even make her breakfast tomorrow.
Making pancakes with him, such a fun activity most weekends he is here. Today, particularly he chose to be extra critical of my methods in making the batter. As if there are other methods to do a pancake batter. I rolled my eyes and continued with the batter while waiting for the pan to heat up.
Slightly annoyed, I poured the batter in the pan and as I placed the mixing bowl back on the counter, I felt his arms encircled my waist and felt soft sensual kisses behind my neck.
I smiled and just melted in his arms. I love the way he riles me up with his unusual way of getting to me.
Now, if I can only make him do the dishes without telling him tree times, It would be a perfect Sunday.
There he is ramblin’ down the highway
Driving his brand new top down Cadillac
With its trunk full of junk
When he’s driving her with the top down
He feels like a king of punk
Today she’s not in a good performing mood
He wanted to put her top down but
She just sits there all hung up
Top won’t go down, won’t go up
Just sits there all hung up.
I do not know how to sing the joy of life
all I know is how to bottle-up
my angst and start a strife.
To detest the kiss of father Winter
and how I longed for dear Spring.
To dance in the sun
and in the river I swim
celebrate my joy with the song I’d sing.
I do not know
what a joy seasons bring.
All I know is I found happiness
in the gift of flowers and fun in the sun.
Over a cup of coffee 