To my husband: 

In early morning hours when all is quiet

I curl against you and feel your heart.

Being with you is my life's dance.

I am ceated anew in our love. 

You

overwhelm me.

There is nothing that compares.

I remember the beginnings

and the eagerness of youth.

Were we ever shy together?

No. We've always belonged right where we are. 

You are the words of every prayer I speak.

You are the ground beneath my feet.

Even in your weak times, you are my strength.

I am lifted up through you.

Do you know why I would not change a moment of my life?

Because the way might have changed and not led me to you.

Yesterday, when you asked me if I would run naked in the rain with you

I think you thought I wouldn't.

I love privacy fences and empty houses next door

and I adore you.

 

A new day - with new opportunities. Yesterday I told my daughter she needs to count her blessings beginning with her husband. Today I am taking my own advice. I am inspired. And I am blessed.

Have a good day my friends.

~Amber

RootBeer Floats at my house! Last one here is a rotten egg.

And I have ulterior motives...

Today as we stop for this brief moment to honor our living, our fighting, our dead
May we breathe in a thankful breath
and wipe not away the tear of grattitude or grief
as we remember -
knowing that in truth
those of us who did not fight
can not know the relationship of a man or woman
with their Creator
while looking death in the eye.
To those who passed through that moment, and stand on the other side of knowing;
thank you for the secret emotions you keep
to shield me and mine from the attrocities of
war we did not ask for
and pain we do not bear.

I bow my head to honor you
and today, breathe a breath in peace
in this land of fullness that you stepped forward to protect.

In deepest gratitude,
Thank you.

Once I sat with eyes so bleary....oh wait. That was supossed to be Once upon a midnight dreary...lol

Still fuzzy vision. Will this ever end?

 

This morning's thoughtful rhyme~ 

I sat upon the porch step

I watched the world go by

sweet flying birds, little crawling ants

a new birthed butterfly...

 

On one hand I feel guilty

I should be doing work

but spring is on my shoulder

and this day just whispers "shirk"   it.

 

I've been looking for a magick spell

one with sing-song rhyme

it hasn't come to me yet

but I know it will with time.

 

It's been a lot of years since I've

played the rhyming game

It's going to take some thinking

and some focus for this Dame!

 

I walked into the kitchen

and there I had a fright

I realized that my candles

Had burned all freaking night (no kidding)

 

I need to move some energy

I need a chanting song

I need to get my eye to heal

it's hurt for way to long.

 

I think I'll wash the curtains

and mop the kitchen floor

I'll write a letter to my son

and then I'll think some more...

 

I'll bake a loaf of witches bread

and burn a bit of sage

I'll sing a song and dance along

and forget about my age!

 

Coffee was good, the sun is out

The day is warm and breezy

I'll sit my plants along the fence

and forget this poem was CHEESEY!

 

LOL... long, and cheesey...that's me.

Too many people want to talk about abuse who don't understand it.
Too many who understand it, won't talk about it.

There are so many kinds of abuse.
So many innocents who don't KNOW it's abuse, it's simply reality.

I will not write a poem about this.
I tell you I once was an abused child.
I abused my own children.
I left them where I thought they would be safe without me
only to realize too late that everything I had connected with
also abused them ---
They suffered,
They survived.
They have made their own choices
Some so painful to watch I can barely stand it
Repeating my bad mistakes
perpetuating pain.

In spite of it, I tell you
We still stand.

I cannot tell you how hard it was to leave my children
to get help for myself. Many people say it was a bad decision. THEY would never have left their children. To these others, I say...
Thank Creator you were not faced with my choices or my experiences.

Abuse breeds abuse.

I could not stay in abuse and get help for myself --- the entire family was sick and abusing each other.

And I could not continue to hurt them.

And even though there have been rough times, angry times, unforgiving times...
I have hung in and stuck to my plan. If I never abuse them again, I believe they will see from my example that the cycle can be broken. They can have healthy homes and unabused children.

That is my prayer every day of my life.

I am here for them now. I am working to teach them and guide them out of the world I created, that I was born into that my mother was born into, that her mother was born into...
One day, the cycle will be broken.
We may all hurt from time to time
But today, there is more love than anger.

Above all things... I have hope.

Today I sat through the 87th drone of contact
Customer Support at work...

eternity
listen
behind frantic shadow

breathe through this thick void
emerge beneath a thousand springs
swim in to intuition

soothe the storm
manage the dance
imagine rhythm blossom

teach
trust

And now I put the words away...
break is over
and I'll see what inspiration comes to me
the next time I have a moment
to sift through the can
full of magnetic poetry