Must Love Shoes

A bold glimpse into me. Since I was courageous enough to post this, I will leave comments open. I could use a good laugh.

Must Love Shoes

In a recent conversation with my friend Shelley of Quaint Revival I confessed my love for women’s shoes. (No, I do not wear them). No, not a shoe kisser type either, I just adore women who have plenty of shoes (in all styles and colors). Women’s shoes and feet, totally drives me insane.

One of the reasons I chose this new apartment, it has a shoe closet.

My idea of the perfect evening?

Lights are turned low. We are sitting on the couch, sipping wine, listening to soft mood setting music. We talk about poetry, life, books, and my favorite subject – YOU. My hands gently caress and massage your feet which rest in my lap.

Coming from New York, I met women all the time, on the bus, trains, stores, and streets. I guess you know by now, shyness is not one of my traits. So, I don’t use any of those internet meet sites.

But if I ever was to place a personal ad….

Single guy in Orlando area. Loves walks on the beach, shopping, coffee, sunsets, writing, and great conversation. Enjoys an occasional sangria, wine, or mojito. Other than blogging, not into social media. You: Should share my love for writing and poetry. Prefer if you were smarter than me. Don’t worry, this is a no brainer. (bad joke). Love for trying new restaurants required. Good sense of humor necessary! Oh, and you MUST LOVE SHOES.

valentina

valentina

walking a quiet path
valentina found a wilted flower
admiring its faded beauty she wondered
if this flower has ever been loved
or did she bloom in gardens of neglect
have her petals ever kissed
the one who got away
valentina took her home
to spend her lonely nights
watering dead flowers
with tears of yesterday

The Experiment (75 words)

The Experiment

Jackson volunteered for the dangerous experiment.

Scientists advised him of everything that could go wrong.
Who knew everything would go right?

Total recall; they said it was impossible.

Memories coursed through him like blood through his veins. Every heartbreak, toddler fall, prenatal sensation. Trapped in a state of eternal nostalgia.

They said he would recall every memory.

No one knew he would relive every pain.

Jackson finally understood some things are meant to be forgotten.

your absence

your absence

your absence
wanders the solitude of my room
through labyrinths of silence
like my heartbeat screaming
inside the darkest of catacombs
it is a symphony of memories
that echo with no finale
an unholy apparition
haunting without mercy
as I lay in a bed of dead roses
where the thorns of your absence
are forever piercing me

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when the moon arrived without you

when the moon arrived without you

A metaphor slowly wilts
like a red rose dying
in the sad reflections of a tinted vase

faded petals of unrecited verses
expired in a gentle whisper
as cold winds blew

tonight, a melancholy poem
exhaled its final breathe
when the moon arrived without you

I wanted to thank everyone for their support. I am struggling with my vision and I hope to be back soon to read your blogs and reply to comments on mine,

Morning Run

Morning Run

Today, I decided to take my morning run outside the gym to admire the beautiful Florida landscape before it gets too hot. When I arrived at the lake with a running track, a funny thing happened to me.

For some unexplained reason, I sensed the treadmill calling out to me. And honestly, I missed her, too.

Yup, took the workout indoors.

alchemy

alchemy

everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks
there remains one untainted corner
beneath a thousand wounds
of boiling sensitivities
our hearts are a lab
creating poetic alchemy
a lonely place where the unloved
transform melancholy into poetry