Everyday

Witty insight or a funny comment. Ticklish licks and kisses from cute doggies. Everyday, moments of laughter.

Reminder of loss or abandonment of a friendship. Words left unspoken. Everyday, moments of pain.

A smile or kindness from a stranger. Witnessing a student connecting with the topic being discussed. Everyday, moments of joy.

Actions that may have hurt the ones loved most. Regret for words that should have remained unspoken. Everyday, moments of remorse.

Ability to experience life with all five senses. Blessed with love and friendship. Everyday, moments of appreciation.

Each cause for those, opportunities for growth; once accepted. Each moment unique; always reflect. Each, a life lesson. Facing truths.

Your Son

When we first met, I remember thinking almost immediately that I could see where he got his eyes, his kindness. You welcomed me into your heart almost immediately and never let me go. Along with your mother and sisters, you all gave him a most special gift you could have ever given him - the natural instinct of how to love, treasure and respect his wife. It's almost as if you each prepared him for me, in different ways. I'm not saying that he's perfect, he's human after all. But there's no denying he's the right fit for me.

Today, I celebrate another year of life with the man you brought into this world. I miss you.

I wish I could tell you this over the phone. I would give almost anything to hear your voice as you deny you had anything to do with the good parts of your son. Giving full credit to his father, which by the way, you're right...once I met him I loved him and I totally understand what you were telling me all those times. Not once did you criticize his father. If anything, you praised him for the man that he is. Your respect for his father made me respect you even more.

Today, I celebrate another year of life with the man you brought into this world. I thank you.

Avante-Garde

Many unique individuals, choose to live their lives.
Boundaries pushed in the cultural realm of life.
Social, political and economic reform.
Power of the arts?

At-risk Student

Such potential to make it to the end.
Life has taken hold, fear has overwhelmed.
A wave of sadness, she cannot see through.
Suffering all her own.

Never quit what you start.
She's told herself this, but cannot remember the words.
Transgressions, cause and effect, blinding.
Success, seemingly impossible.

She's given up.

Confused Life

Life is but a dream, or so she was told.
Living each day, hoping his goals come true.
Dependent on him to make her happy.
Viewing life through a kaleidescope, confused.

A life depends on her, she birthed into being.
Living each day, hoping things get handed to her.
What is work? We must dream big, he tells her.
Wandering daily with impending doom, sadness.

Found her fathers body, he ended his own life.
Living each day, hoping hers doesn't end the same.
From one tragedy to another, she seems to teeter.
Avoiding dealing with what she must, denial.

Using people in her life, all she knows.
Living each day, hoping to live each day.
Dreaming of a better life, doing nothing to attain it.
Depending on him, her mistake.

For MC

Noisy Stories

Stories, stories in your head.
Pondering if this, maybe that, or, if that, maybe this.
Assumptions and presumptions.
Perception, reality.

Constant noise clouding your mind.
Wondering where the story ends, or when it begins.
Wanting and needing.
Self-concept, false.

Cause and Effect

Taking stock in life on a much more intense level than usual. Trying never to think the grass is greener on the other side. Whatever that side might be or entail. Simply trying to evaluate, accept and appreciate life for what it is. Accepting the inevitability of reactions caused by actions or words. Repercussions, good and not so good, a result of something said or done. Learning to accept without allowing feelings of despair to take hold. Each moment a reflection possibility.

Art Lover

With poignant, beautiful descriptive words, a world not known before comes alive. Stories of lives and situations, representing the possibilities and inevitabilities. Painfully honest and, at times, liberating.

Colors overlapping, created out of passion, vision, energy, love, brush strokes. A visual interpretation of life, love, anger, pain. The smallest details creating depth, portraying emotion. Words omitted, not needed.

Eyes closed, listening to the sounds, each contributing to a well-orchestrated piece of art. Joining forces are the riffs, beats, words, voice, tempo. Chaos coming together to create harmony.

Lotus Ascension

Ascending upward, not looking back.
Evolving from a bulb, no gain sans pain.
An honest look within; passion leads the way.

Not looking back, just going forward.
Never take for granted, each petals offer.
Reflect on life; here and now.

Looking up to light, the lotus ascension.
Petals blooms, each its own story.
Rays of light; possibility looms.

Your stories awaken me

Your eyes; brown, soft, loving.
Smiling heart exudes to the surface.
Warm hands hold mine; gently rubbing.

Waking up in a strange place; unfamiliar.
Lonely; unknown surrounds.
Stories upon stories. So many, all different.


Awaken; dreams disrupted through the night.
Reminded of the familiar; true love.
Your eyes; faithful, consistent, real.

Home; waking up next to me.
Known surroundings; fulfilled.
Chapter upon chapter; building together.