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.

Simple truths

The work of the weary, the work of the wise 
Even the foolish or the giddy, the silly surprise
Every mood and all the timbres that color
Our world and brighten its doorstep, flowers 
Rocks, the hard and the soft fall into place
Everything so ugly so beautiful so dark interlace
We greet our days with tears, concern, laughter
Everything so puzzling, so clear greets us hereafter
We are wicked we are good both stupid and smart
The world we inhabit is so sweet,  and it is tart

Officially, summer

It's day two or maybe 3 of
Summer. Officially. There
Isn't much change since the
Spring. Temperatures about
What they were in May, that
Merry month sayeth A Bard
And so many of us concur, I
Won't counter the description.
Where does that leave June,
A month full of frolic and the
Start of a solstice of heat and
Passion? June will lead us to
July as we go trippingly deep
Into the cycle of months until
Fall comes to whisk away the
Heat and bring us the falling
Leaves of autumn. Also an
Autumnal sadness but oh my
I love the fall and wait for the
Falling temperatures to clear
The air and bring a sweater
Chill. The autumn is sweet, a
Season for a transition likely
Towards the more serious of
Our thoughts. Meanwhile we
Are here in June anticipating
Swims and picnics and kites.

Who’s that?

Time has changed us so much 
We are unrecognizable even to
Ourselves. I certainly don't know
The woman in our wedding photo
The man by her side has been so
Transformed, he might not be you
But I know it is. Changed, but the
Spirit lives on in your eyes. Cute
As you were then, maybe cuter as
Time has added years and taken
Nothing, maybe given back what 
We never had before if that were 
Possible. We always knew who 
We were. Changes puzzled us, 
But they changed nothing. Time.

Dawdle

If it's dawdling in plain sight
Then I am trained for it. Not 
Just trained but training. My
Skills are in moving. Slowly. 
Or you might say deliberately 
Across the tableaux that are
Your games. I know the rules.
I can ignore them or play upon
Them. My effort is well worth
It. You have met your match.

Love … enough

Words of love are exchanged, but
Common and unexceptional. They
Don't meet your expectations yet
They are true and accurate. Just to 
The point. What more can we hope 
To hear? Murmurs and whispers of
Affection and adoration might be
Enough to keep in our hearts when 
Our hearts are open when the sky
Is blue or the sunset pink when it's 
Hot and it's summer or we enjoyed 
A walk in a drizzle or suddenly saw
What the other meant about that
New brand of coffee. Love is enough
If you love enough and it's cold or 
It's just winter when the clouds are
Billowing and the sun fades as if it
Never appeared or we ate a really
Great salad or suddenly understood 
That enigmatic cartoon or figured 
Out what that ending said about 
How it all began. Love is enough.






Puppy love

Write about your first crush.

It feels, looking back this
Long distance, like I was
Always in love. In the 6th
Grade, it was the class bad
Boy. He was always behind.
Pink and grey were in style.
I find myself drawn to that
Combination of color still.
My first grade boyfriend 
Lumbered about carrying
My books. I was his crush 
He not mine. In Russian 
Class I liked a fellow who
Couldn't pass without me.
In summer camp a son of
The head counselors; his
Family all sit-com perfect.

Missed

You are beloved and my
Love is in real time and 
For now time may be all
We have to account for 
Who we are and how we
Love. You, my beloved,
Not only lose time, you 
Also misinterpret it. The
Loss is hard. Time when
It's misplaced does not
Come back to us. You,
And I by your side, are
Loving in misinterpreted 
Time. If you think it's 6
When it is nine we lost 
Three hours we could
Really use to live and 
Love, to care, treasure.
It is our time slipping
Away, misunderstood.