Author Archives: TheRealTamara

For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.

Falling

We say we fall in love
As into a vat, perhaps
Of cream, or chocolate
A pile of smooth down
Feathers, or silk, as if
Love offers us a soft
Place in which to land,
A place to catch us and
To hold us, embrace us.
It will, no matter how
Hard we fall, no matter
How sudden the descent. 
And, yes, although it 
Is not down that we 
Fall when we fall in 
Love, it's a falling 
Up into dreams and into
Clouds, into spaces that Welcome us and keep us
Happy, secure, sure of
Where we stand, even if 
Our legs wobble with the
Strange emotions that we
Feel when we fall in love, 
The unfamiliar sensation
That envelops us when we 
Fall in love. We say we 
Fall in love, as if that 
Is a fall, a drop, but  Falling in love elevates
Us, lands us into love
Where comfort is found.
Embraces us, a feeling 
Of soaring, gives us
Balance and knocks us 
Off our complacent perch.
It's quite breathtaking.
Really.

My wares: redux

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell? My wares, where? I carry themOn my cart and my back. I wantTo open my shop. Envious, I amOf Oram and Jonah, who tauntMe with their square footage inThe new bazaar in Bahram Arag.Their success is so marvelous inOh, so many ways […]

My wares

I think I was impressed with the peddler character in Oklahoma, the one, if I remember correctly, who ends marrying I Do Annie.

Heated

Is it the heat felt in sun baked
Corners or the heat fueled by passion?
Is it the slow steady beat of desire? 
Sentiment, a fervor that motivates but 
Immobilizes, or is it the slow heavy
Air that oppresses movement under 
The weight of nature's outdoorsy circumstances?
I have always associated hot days 
With the high temperatures that link
Sensuality with the liquid, languid,
Hot of summer, stilled by heated air, 
Yet impassioned to undertake trysts
Encouraged by a slow steady beat of desire 
Not stifled under a blanket of humidity 
To lie beneath an undulating fan
In the darkness and the sweat of fantasy

Just yesterday

What happens to our ages
As we age, as we get older,
We are different people as
The years pass us slowly, 
It seems while they pass, 
They seem to pass slowly, 
But looking back, it's so
Clear that it, all our life,
Passed us by in a flash, as
Quickly as that proverbial
Wink, and all of a sudden
We are old. Older than I 
Ever expected I could be. 
My life is entwined with so
Many others, it is as if 
It's a we whose ages, whose
Years have passed quickly 
And before we, -I - could
Blink, proverbially or in
Real life, in irl, in the
Delightful parlance of this
Time of my real life, old,
Aging, quickly, wasn't it
Just yesterday, that we 
Were young. When can I no
Longer pretend that youth 
Is just behind me, like all
Things in the rear view, are
Closer than they appear.

Gooseberries

It's of gooseberries I 
Am thinking, out of the
Blue, or reminded by a
Pastoral image of berry
Picking in an imagined
Hamlet. That activity, 
Village and all, are on
My telly, the scenic
Quiet of these little
Towns, the rural peace
Disrupted by murders, 
The mayhem soothing as
The vision of thin red
Berries on thin green
Vines, the berry bulbs
All even and perfect, 
Sour or a tad bitter, a
Bright, beautiful color

Recess

Children enjoy their time
Out of doors, frisky like
Prancing horses, excited by
The soft, smooth air that
Buoys all our moods, even 
Their teachers. Who could Resist a sweetness of time
Out of doors, spent frisky
And happy, at play, enjoying 
Their time, their freedom,
Under the light, heady sky.

Connected

The neighbor's dog comes
Running to greet me, my 
Heart leaps, recognizing
Connection. All creatures
Large and small, as that
Sappy Brit put it. I saw
The TV series, never did
Read the book. My thrill
As I pet her head is also
Sappy. Sappy and happy at
Her enthusiasm, bestowed
Quickly, and forgotten as
She trots out to sunshine,
A happy tail still wagging