I am a novelist/screenwriter swimming upstream against the violent currents of life. Fighting the usual obstacles every writer has to confront; rejected queries, distractions, loneliness, editing, writer's block, and NEEDING to have my voice heard.
Wanted to share a poem and post from my cherished friend Fiery. She dedicated a sinful little poem and very flattering intro to me yesterday and I wanted to share it with all of you. Please, comment on her blog and not mine.
Some of you will no doubt be wondering why, Fiery? For why??
(I will tell you. Bear with.)
Some of you may take one look at that photo of sexy, bestockinged legs and know exactly why I am dedicating this to him.
He has quite an attractive and relentless little kink for… women’s feet, especially in stockings, especially pointed his way, especially on a candle lit date or some such Lonely Author antics, especially…you get the picture.
So, since he is my favourite (yeah I said it) poet/writer/peddler of smiles and chuckles around here (or around anywhere really) and I do admire him for many, many reasons, I thought he may enjoy me turning my poetic dirties in his direction. For a treat, ya know?
sitting on this lonely beach i know you have never been mine yet i wonder if you are alone or nestled in someone else’s arms has he ever kissed your silences embraced the painful tears that fall like autumn leaves inside your soul does he fill your nights with light or inspire romance in your eyes will he make your darkness his own as he watches over you tonight, my love i long to be the moon
Photo taken by me on an evening tour of a lighthouse.
bless the morning sun
that warms your soft cheek
the syntax of your happiness
the affectionate words
that I never dared to speak
tonight, I quietly whisper
a hymn that I once knew
before the altar of your words
I kneel and pray for you
When I made my move to Florida, my precious friend Maria Elena of A Gypsy at Heart said the words “oceans apart, only a thought away.” The words were so inspiring, I asked her permission to use them in a poem.
Please, follow A Gypsy At Heart. She will introduce you to the people, sights, and scents of the wonderful places she visits giving every destination (Hamburg, Bangkok, Provence, and so many others) their own intriguing personality.
gazing at the vast waters between us one consolation keeps me breathing i can still think of you for it is our brief conversations that fill my bones with hope igniting a burning passion in my soul that no bottomless sea could ever douse tonight, like every other night my heart seeks solace oceans apart only a thought away
never understood the theory of everything yet I am smart enough to theorize my wine would be sweeter coming from your lips the stars more brilliant in the galaxy of your eyes no need to hypothesize don’t always comprehend what you are doing to me for I am a virgin in love since everything is so new today, I finally understood i wasn’t born until the moment i discovered you