when a woman decides to forget (For all women battling domestic violence)

My long time followers know I am a crusader against domestic abuse. A precious friend finds herself trapped in a relationship of physical/mental abuse. Although her husband will never read my poem, this is for him and all the other losers.

when a woman decides to forget

a white table cloth
stained by unspoken words
lays dead in a frigid kitchen
like a red rose in a morgue of poetry
a barren tree outside the window
extends branches of remorse
for once a fallen leaf has wilted
it can never be reset
some fires can’t be rekindled
there is no going back
when a woman decides to forget

where the horizon meets the sea

where the horizon meets the sea

let me meander through your hair
watch the sunset on your flesh
explore your limits and frontiers
from the borders of your whisper
to the edges of your dreams
let me claim sovereignty
over all this beauty I see
for together we will discover
my love for you will end
in that infinite place
where the horizon meets the sea

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Mediterranean nights

In a conversation with my good friend G at Short Prose I told her I always wanted to write a poem using “mandolin.” She encouraged me to give it a try. Please make sure you stop by her blog to admire her wonderful poetry.

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Mediterranean nights

should I blame it on the stars
when Venus winked at me
signorina had amore in her eyes
as blind virgins prayed
in Saint Peter’s basilica
my imagination took them
to places they have never been
Mediterranean nights
tugged at my heartstrings
as if I were a lonely mandolin

blindfold

blindfold

let me see
the waltz of your sigh
the rainless rainbows in your smile
show me your darkest secrets
so I can discover
auroras revolving around your soul
take me to the other side of
poetry and beauty
come remove my veil
blind me with your love

i shall never write of love again

Well folks, it has been brought to my attention, by so many people that I am always writing about love, well, it is time I prove everyone wrong.

I shall never write of love again

I shall never write of love again
my heart must learn new beats
I shall leave the romancing ballads
to Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Keats

I shall never write of love again
who cares of a poet’s lonely plea
or the sentiments he professes
while reciting on bended knee

I shall never write of love again
renounce love ’til my bitter end
I shall never write of….but wait
Alas, this poet did it once again

Lonely Author giggles……..

IN A VERY MANLY WAY

Hope I made you smile. Have a great week.

Christina Perri – A Thousand Years

Christina Perri – A Thousand Years

Recently, I came to the realization my life can easily be compartmentalized by Playlists. I have a few playlists for writing poetry. Playlists for blogging, treadmill, shopping, and for napping. I even created a driving playlist.

Makes me think an autobiography of my life will be a musical. Egads!

When working on my manuscript about eternal love & reincarnation, I turn to inspiring love songs to help me set the mood. Ladies, I know this song was used for the movie Twilight, but in my heart, every time I hear it, I feel it was written for my latest work in progress (manuscript/screenplay).

solitude

solitude

locked behind open doors
the sun sets upon my soul
shadows move along stoic walls

I inhale breathless poetry
encouraging a cage to open
releasing silent misery

wrapped in solitude
the silence echoes
when I whisper your name