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.

Just musing

Inspiration? Is it overrated
Or just underutilized? Why
Must I search to be inspired? 
It's all so much harder than
It would be if I were visited 
By my own personal muse.
He could drop in without
Fanfare and unannounced 
To give my work a goose in
The right direction. Every
Day and any time, I would
Be urged to create. Oh, and
Yes, all my writing would be
Beautiful and beastly. It all
Would be just so inspired!

What is love?

What are you passionate about?

It is hard for me to forget how much 
I love you. You have not yet forgotten
That you love me. That sad day may 
Come and sweep you away from my 
Care and protection, away from my 
Encircling arms where the uncertainty
Might make you anxious, but I will 
Not forget. You are my passion, my
Heart's desire. You are all the joy I 
Have from this life. From our life. 
My love, I am passionate about you.

Elusive

I see my footfalls drop in the
Clouds that line a path in the
Sky. Upside down, but headed
Toward an infinite aerie in the
Air. Above always above and
So much more to go than we 
Go here below. It's infinite in
The sky, clouds massing in the
Patterns they form, light and
Airy. Above. Here below it's so
Finite and defined. There is so
Much more to explore above
In the clouds. My path in the 
Sky has no end. Doesn't stop

Others

I walk among you as if I
Were one of you. I am not.
I am a stranger in your 
Midst. I will need some 
Kindness to welcome me.
What will I encounter from
You? Must I disguise my 
Origins? You can sense an
Alien presence, you say. 
There are too many of them
Around. I smile, a stranger
Looking for your friendship,
My heart in two places. May
I come home? Will you let me?

Seasonal

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

You are the season of my year
The fall the winter spring and
The summer. I live in the time
You alot me. My winter is never
Too cold as long as you can be
Near. Summer is hotter when
You approach but I am happy to
Bear the heat. Cool falls and oh
So sweet mild springs round out
Our year. You are the season I 
Love most. I live in the time we
Are alotted, one day one season

Portents

A benign sky has a lot
Of character. This one 
Is benign and full of 
All the subtleties that
Make a day stand out.
Beauty is in the fluffy
Puffs that stretch out
Over the sky, it defines
What kind of day we'll
Enjoy, and lets us know
How to greet sun and
Clouds with an equal 
Enthusiasm. A bright
Day deserves our full 
Attention even when
It remains modest or
Shy, hiding behind a
Bank of clouds. It is
Still a still life that is
Catching fire in our
Imagination with its
Gentle rhythms in a
Benign cloud-filled
Sky. A beautiful day!

Every day

What do I see that, perhaps,
You don't? Where does my 
Eye or my mind wander that,
Perhaps, is off the track? Do
I cherish being unique or does
The phrase "that's different"
Suggest the faint praise and 
Deeper criticism I expect from
My errant behavior and wild
Thoughts. Do I crave the more
Staid? Do I want to be ordinary?
Is the conventional a hint for
My future? Will I succumb to
Traditional desires and embrace
The norm? Regular can trend;
The usual need not bore. I can
Bear my standard without it
Dragging me out to sea or off
The rails. Typical might intice.