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.

Come hither

Hither and yon is an old-style
Perhaps, even an out-moded,
Mandate, a directive that also
Might suggest a scatter-shot 
Charge, a bit of indeciveness,
Forgetfulness in the absent
Minded style. Hither, yon, yet
There's no waffling out of a 
Desire to run out the clock. 
Yes, you go back-and-forth. 
But with no intention other 
Than earnest toing or froing 
In search of who knows what.

Sunset

It was brighter than this 
If not this then what?
What will inspire me if
The blinding ring of the 
Sun fails to bring words
Rushing forth to describe
To capture to encapsulate 
Its fiery splendor? Do I 
Need more reinforcement 
A bigger vocabulary, more
Colorful and spicier then
The one I use every day.
Is awe overwhelmed by the
Sharp but edgy sphere I 
See setting to my west?

Forecast

Rain on the window
The rain missed us
This afternoon, but
We did not miss the
Rain. We expected
Drops to catch us 
And looked up as
Clouds circled in a
Horizon above our 
Heads, darkening in
That menacing way
They do when rain
Is in the forecast, a
Window of hours, an
Anticipation it could
Pour now or in four 
Hours or we would
Dodge the event all
In all. The rain came
Later. We were home.

Somewhere

We are here or perhaps 
Perhaps not quite here
But rather we are there
Where it's a greener or
Sweeter pasture further
From where we were or
Where we thought we'd 
Be, enjoying the sweet
Grass, here, lusting o'er
The greener grass there

Thunder

Is it the way that the sound 
Lingers, providing its own
After glow? An echo of the
First rumble rumbles behind
Holding the sky while a flash
Flickers reminding me that
Thunder and lightning are a
Team, in an event like a relay,
Together they are the threat, 
A storm brewing has brewed,
Filled the atmosphere with its
Effects. There is noise. There
Are raindrops dropping and 
Dripping. There are visuals as
Light reinforces the promise
Of discomfort thunder made.

History will tell

Who is your favorite historical figure?

Too many people to admire or
Fear or laud if history is a guide.
Amelia Earhart took to the air,
Oh my. Flying, it's so tempting.
And a pilot is such an enviable
Person. Then, too, she was an
Accomplished woman. Freud,
He wrote a blueprint for living
And set a practice by which to
Define the intricacies of all our
Minds. Was he obsessed with
Pardon the expression s-e-x? If
Yes, his prose proved the most 
Beautiful expression of how we
Grow and emerge as humans.
More contemporaneous people
Whose reputation I can covet
Include Mother Teresa? No, I 
Have no wish at sainthood so
Even Joan of Arc is safe from
My desires. Joan Rivers? Yes,
Maybe. If so, because laughter
Was her gift to a world in tears.

Light/Dark

Here I stand, trying to capture the
Essence of a sky so nuanced that
It eludes words. Its portrait won't 
Stand still for my machinations or
The manipulations of the light. I do
See more than my lens or a pencil
Can impart. I claim it all as my own
It is my view after all, but I miss the
Point, lose track of the essential as
I ponder the details and minutiae
This is the close-up I need to capture
If I want to stay true to the vision I see
From all the characteristics of beauty I 
Can only lay witness to some and gape
As the sky unfolds before me light and
Dark. It is my view after all but I miss
The point, lose track of the essential.
The essence is the mystery of night
Falling. I looked up at this one moment.
This is the close-up I need to capture

Placid

The river, even with little ripples 
On its surface, is placid and lazy
Especially when I consider my
Life and the turbulence of living
It. Boats actively roam its facade.
As they skim these waters,  they
Leave them still quiet especially 
If I compare the calm river with
Living on the land, my land, as
I navigate through the maze of 
Contradictions and trials, all
Bumps in the road, my path in
Life, uneven as if gravel were
Strewn along the way. Now I 
Proceed with the caution of the
Cautious, looking for my quiet.