s e c r e t p l a c e s

Was I sought or did I seek the clandestine of silence amongst the forrest and snow for my eyes to transfix themselves, while the fragrance of the lingering evergreen swept me away.

Change

To the next person who tells me “change would be good for you.” Let me tell you a story. Change. We are all shifting and moving simultaneously day to day; transitioning from one action or idea to another. It’s inevitable. It’s a part of life. I get it and need that as we all do….

Perch Here

Paddle me across these waters as the fog dances and light begins to cast morning shadows. I will listen to the loon speak dialects that I don’t understand, yet my soul resonates with every call.

In the Waiting

My mother would often tell me I put the cart before the horse. She was right. I would think or step too far ahead than where I actually was; in the waiting. The yearning for hopes and desires can be like a desert without rain when deferred days, months, or even years without an answer…

Imaginary

Do my eyes deceive me? You move on an imaginary string across the sky, as I lay upon the silky sand listening to lapping waves reach higher upon the shore. And as hues change into pastels, I ponder with a critical eye, whether water drops or sand adorn my lens, while the wind caresses skin…

Mood

There are stories that need to be told but these silent lips do not wish to speak There are eyes waiting to decipher but these lids remain closed I am here yet I am not here Lost amongst thoughts that continuously inhabit places that leave me numb  

The Mind

Where are we but trapped in our own minds, lost in isolation? My own little utopia, a place of quiet wrestling between thoughts and “squirrel,” attracted by distraction. An illusion, where memories live in hues that rise and fall with day replaying their scenery over and over, enticing me from one moment to the next,…

Premeditated

Where am I, but in my head with thoughts of you and dancing hypotheticals bending in minimal minuscule ways of ideas and actions for premeditated responses that will be long forgotten in due time.      

The Baby Maker

Someday I wish to say, with my future husband, “Yay, she works! We’re pregnant!!” But, right now, I don’t like her.

Meeting

For a moment I smell the freshness of wind and water; to me it smells like summer. A time I am looking forward to, when I can lay in the warm sand, lost, belonging to nobody, not even myself. But, that isn’t today. As the wind violently whips my hair against my neck and waves crash to…

Imagining Delight

You bring a smile across my face when I look at you, while long shadows stretch across my living room. I imagine standing in your light barefoot, just beyond the window pane; my feet propped up on the railing, the breeze playing on my skin and the feel of your heat on my face. Then,…

Little Box of Nothing

You hideout nestled in your little box of nothing, while my thoughts run wild and untamed. Often, I wish I had a nothing box.