Wednesday, September 29, 2010


she was driving the old pick up
down the long dirt road
listening to her favorite country song,
turning and crossing the cattleguard
she heard the water and ice sloshing around
in the waterjug . ....
heading out across the pasture
she spotted the cows and their calves
drinking from the vanishing pond.....
it was hot that day
triple digits
she stopped, rolled the windows down
and inhaled the warm air and the smell
of freshly cut hay....
she sat quietly, closed her eyes,
breathing in her life...
the  increasing sound of the tractor
brought her back
and she saw him
sitting high
on the red Massey
sweat poured from his face
as he released the last bale of hay....
he smiled when he saw her
carrying him a drink of water...
she smiled back at her soulmate,
the father to her girls, the grandpa to be....
she smiled back at her
 drink of water.....

Monday, September 27, 2010


she bared,
her soul,
for many years,
with so many words,
she felt so,
surrounded by people
who loved her..
but the feeling of
claimed her,
her mind,
and her heart...
so many words
to say,
so many meanings
all playing,
hide and seek...
she knows
that baring her soul
is now
now they ask for her
to speak,
to share,
her innermost thoughts
but she refrains,
doing so...
there comes a time
that it is,
too late.....

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

unreasoned passion
unrestrained craving
consuming desire
she wakens at midnight

Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Kiss

HE kisses her goodbye
as she leaves for work
she kisses him goodbye
as he leaves for work
going in different directions...

electrical current in the air
sparks flying
smoldering heat
eyes locked
Good Morning
how are you?
HE kisses her...

smoldering heat
sparks flying
electrical current in the air
eyes locked
how are you?
he kisses her...

Monday, September 13, 2010

Thrill of the flashing red light

She sat and glared at it...
The pink rectangle...
She turned it over...
Stop looking at it...
Give it ten minutes.....
Turn it back over...
Still no red light...
Dang it...

She took it in another room....
Go to the bathroom...
Get a Diet Coke...
Watch a little Lifetime...
Wait twenty minutes...
Stop thinking about it..

She goes back to the room..
Red light is flashing...
Could it be??
Types the password..
Whirls the trackball..
To the right..
Sees the name...
Sees the arrows ..
in the corner..
another name..
has just appeared..

She is obsessed....
with texting..
on her..

Saturday, September 11, 2010

I work in Special Education and have a few times in the past, talked about Special Olympics or have written about my experiences. Today our Area put on a Family Fun Day for the athletes and their families. I love to observe and photograph these kids and adults. They love unconditionally , they can teach you so much about yourself and love. I am always learning from them. These two are adult athletes I see at several events every year. This young lady, always tells me that this young man is her boyfriend. There is a good 20 years difference in their age. But age means nothing to them and it never fails that every time I see her she lets me know he is her boyfriend. I asked them if I could go get my camera and take their picture and they were happy to oblige. As soon as they saw I had the camera this was there instant pose, I never had to say a word. It was a wonderful day!!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


Sitting in the old well house
it waited and waited

for years and years had went by
the back side was lower on one side
and some parts were missing
yet it waited and waited

there were signs of rust
and some paint was needed
for years and years had come and gone
it was in the back hidden
it waited and waited

finally the day had come
new tires made it level again
fresh new paint made it shine
all the missing pieces made it whole
it waited and waited

once it was loved by a little girl
all those years ago
but still it waited and waited

the little girl was all grown now
to big to ride
but still it waited and waited

for the little one to arrive
a few years would have to past by
but it would wait and wait

for the little one
whose mom it once belonged
to be born in April
and to wait and grow
and grow
The Little Red Tricycle

Monday, September 6, 2010

Teardrop in Her Coffee

He walks into the room, eyes searching for her. She stands with her back to him, coffee in hand, so unaware of his presence.

She hears him enter the room, but does not want him to have the satisfaction that she is aware he is watching her. She feels the heat from his eyes as they bore through her to the innermost depth of her being.

He knows that if he touches her she will respond, she will come to him with open arms. He stands waiting , wanting to go to her. He wants to feel the blood flowing through her as her heart speeds with emotion and need. With each step closer, he senses that she is now aware of his presence. He smells the scent of her perfume and he stops and waits.

With each step she can feel him closing in on her, her heart begins to race, her breath quickens. She waits for the touch, wanting to turn and rush into his arms..She wants to feel the fire as she once felt from his strong and gentle hands. She waits...

He leans over and kisses her on the top of her head. He pulls her in close to him. She never lets go of the coffee cup. She never looks up at him. She just plainly says " You know you have to do the right thing " He knew he had to do the right thing and he kissed her hair one more time like she loved for him to do. Then he turned and walked out the door.

She looks down at her cup as one single teardrop drips into her coffee.......