I say I love you,
And yes it's true.
I love you. Now
More than ever
I did. More in
Every way. I am
Deeply in love.
I am there for
You to protect
You; to minister.
You were my
Precious one
Always. I fell
Hard. I fell for
You as never
For anyone. I
Had crushes.
Of course. A
Boy turned my
Head or held
My interest. It
Was never this
Intense. I am
Completely as
Besotted today
As I was when
Our love was
Young and new.
I say I love you
And yes it's true.
Category Archives: Gratitude
Winter’s wolf
The sassy moon fulsome and
Full, plump, hanging low in the
Center of my sky, even as the
Morning light begins to clear
Away the night that was never
Truly dark under the shine of
That fat moon or the electricity
From high-rises in its vicinity
Skies at night have no right to
Be so bright, and if they must
Be so, the moon should be the
Only beacon, the only light that
Paves the way, the sassy moon,
The savvy moon, January's light
Days follow
You will say it is not but
Summers that mark our
Life. There's winters too.
You will be wise. I will be
Foolish. But as it is my life
And I will mark it, year upon
Year, by the passing of the
Summers. Cool nights, and
Warm days. Idyllic summers
Day follows day, each in its
Succession makes my life
Heat
It's cold. We all agree on that.
The sky even looks cold. It's
Giving me an icy stare when
I cast my gaze at its horizon.
Over my right shoulder, I feel
Heat, warming my ear. I turn
To see the blinding low-lying
Sun, the culprit, and the hero
Of my tale. It has cut through
Reaching me mid-crossing, a
Cozy embrace, so unexpected
But so very welcome today.
Sky…lines
Today, I am surrounded by that
Same sky I admired a few days
Ago. Well, not same. Clouds are
So versatile that no two days in
A row or set apart by a few days
And a new year evoke the same
Sky. It's new and billowing in a
Breeze, although the clouds are
Stiller than my hat which blows
Off, stopping at my outstretched
Hand. It's right to complain that
The gusts make the cold colder.
Ah, sure, but oh my there's that
Sky!
Simply put
The stranger and less familiar
The greater the pull. Unusual
Words want me to use them,
To sprinkle them over the top
Like so much sweet garnish
Over common expressions,
Expanding meanings from the
Ordinary, trivial. Meandering
Far from what you think you're
Saying to a novel thought on
A different trajectory. You've
Built a tree of ideas, branches
Alive with the unexpected, the
Consequences of imaginative
Thinking opens adjacent ideas.
Strange and unfamiliar words.
Transform an idiom, so it's ass
Over teakettle with excitement.
Simply put, give it a new verve.
Playground
Squeals of joy or surprise
Play out from the swings
And the seesaw, yelps of
Delight, the reverb of life
Lived completely by the
Under ten set relishing a
High-life for little ones on
This cold, but sunny day
Life
Just being able to say, to
Acknowledge those clouds
What a beautiful sky! I say,
Exclaiming to myself, but
Also claiming its calm yet
Torrid outlines for my own
This beautiful sky, it's mine
Not quite daylight
That vigilant protective moon
Isn't shining in this morning's
Sky. Today it is a darker 6a.m.
Than yesterday's. Why? Why do
I care? I am not concerned, but
I miss the brightness of the orb.
I am not foretelling a harder day
Prediction is not in my bag of
Tricks. At least not on this day.
Today, I was searching for its
Light but saw only grey skies.
Fall sky
There it is. Just enough red in
The evening sky to put me on
Notice for one more glorious
Fall day. Autumns that aren't
Too chill for a quiet outdoors
Sit. Not too cool for school, so
I can be as dorky as I like when
I walk around marveling at new
Turned leaves, some redder than
This dusk sky, some tricked out
In pumpkin orange. A season I
Favor over even the spring, that
Season of awakening promise.
The fall has the bite that melted
In the summer, but no, it's not
Too cool. Not now. Not just yet.
Tamara, really 