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.
A blinding sun and rippling waters
Are an inspired sight, soothing a
Tired heart calming the weakened
Nerves. It distracts the mind from
Everyday worry. The ordinary will
Be made into a feat or a fete. We
Will celebrate the running river and
Toast the brilliant sun. Allow it to
Allow us the joy of a summer day
As it turns towards autumn. Our
Thoughts are not autumnal, you 
Know. They can not be now under 
This bright sunlight with eddies 
Capping white and clean, all in 
Motion, moving forward steadily.
There's a sea out there somewhere
It will meet. River and ocean kissed
By the dazzling sun become one.

Moon verse

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

I told you about the man who's
Been living on the moon. He has
A source of water so he like we
Stays hydrated. But you didn't ask
About him or his issues with food
On account of there's no cheese
There. You wanted to hear about
My life in an alternate universe not
His. On the moon. My alternates
Are deep in the core of this green
Earth. [Still no cheese.] Truth to tell
Not very green deep in the center
Of the earth, in its beautiful heart.
Life up on top was lusher, greener 
More verdant but that's just being
Redundant. Alternative universes
Swirl among the stars. I am over 
The moon. Somewhere behind 
Our sun and up over the rainbow
We can play dodging black holes
And golf ball sized meteors no 
Longer buried deep inside earth.
This is some alternative to life as
I have known it; as we know it.

A sighting not seen before

We often notice little things but
Only at unexpected moments or
When all the big things no longer
Make all the noise. It's in a quiet
Second that the sky hands me a 
Present and a view that should 
Be familiar pops up before me 
For that very first time, like never 
Before and I think "oh that will 
Vanish when they build on this
Corner." And they will build there!

30, eh?

List 30 things that make you happy.

One is fun, but two is a
Duo. Three is possibly a
Bit kinky. Four can play
At tennis. Or whatever.
Five adds a line to go 
From rectangle or a step
Up from square. Six, a
Sextet. Next a heptagon;
Then an octagon, going
Back to the Greek. We 
Count nine as a nonagon
And ten as a decagon. It's 
Like a decade with sides.
Will we get to 30 just by
Quoting geometry? I think 
Not. We've only reached
Ten and I am as exhausted 
As if playing doubles in a
Match which in tennis is a
Foursome. Four square or
Four score with lots more
To go. Ten by 3 will get us
To 30 but we move slowly.
Are we at happy yet friend?

Tradition

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

Routines habits and rituals the
Things your family always did
To commemorate, celebrate, or
Honor special times or holidays 
Traditions to mark your events.
Do you keep them and hold them
Sacred and dear year after year
Like the star atop the Christmas 
Tree or the menorah on a mantle?
Or just a pork roast and potatoes
To show gratitude that it's not a
Turkey on your table. Your mom's 
Best recipe or favorite sauce boat.
Things your family always did to
Make an event sparkle in its own 
Unique light. Do you keep them?
Do you hold them dear each year
Pass them on like the light from
The Olympic Torch, in a tradition 
That will define you as a part of.
The routines, habits, rituals that
Celebrate, and commemorate, 
Your traditions and who you are.
I hope they are your centerpiece

Love is

Love is tender as fresh 
Shoots of grass in the
Spring; sweet as new
Milk still warm; soft as
Velvet tight against the
Skin; easy as a breeze
Ruffling your hair on a
Cloudless day. Love is
A reason for being; a 
Cause to be; a force as
Strong as the waves in
A surfer's dreams; calm
As a lake at sunset. It
Moves you. It haunts
You. It holds you. Love
Is as steady as a tailor's
Hand. Warm as an early
Summer's day. Love is
As hot, cold, surprising
As the seasons. Love is.

Seeking joy

I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow. 
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and 
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.

Nickname. Knick knack

What’s the story behind your nickname?

In the nick of time; nicked by a
Passing bicycle, my sideview
Mirror sits askew; "nick-nack-
Paddle wack, throw your dog
A bone." In the nick of time, I 
Caught it, but unlike your dog,
I do not fetch. Or sit or stay. I
Am named for a queen of the
Bible. No nickname nor knick
Knacks. Call me by my whole
Name, in all its fullness and its
Many syllables. That's who I am.