Barren white landscape
walking in drifts of snow
beneath my feet is ice
wind whipped hair
chapped natural crimson lips
cracked hands covered by cotton gloves
winter’s envelope touches the sky
empty branches nothing grows
in the ice cold snow
except Winter Blues.
Depression-an acrostic poem 11/12/15
Need something better.
song of the wind-11/12/15
Autumn blows her leaves
recklessly and refreshes the lawn
with hues of orange, red and brown.
the wind sings a song
between a roar and a hum
the earth bellows a blast
of nature’s music
between a roar and a hum.
the wind sings a song-
as Autumn blows her leaves
leaving a chill in the house.
Four of my titles will be available as kindle countdown sales. The first is” Art before Words” starting on Oct 28-Nov 4th.
The second is an Autumn Anthology of poetry called,”Dredging up Demeter.” It will be reduced to just 99 cents on Oct 28-Nov 4, 2015.
The third is called “Don’t make me bleed.” It’s a collection of poetry based on having a history of endometriosis.
This sale runs from oct 28-Nov 4, 2015.
The fourth title
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It will be marked down to just 99 cents starting Nov 26,2015. The price will gradually increase to $3.99 then $6.99. The sale ends on Nov 30, 2015.
I am running some ebook promotionals on kindle starting tomorrow Oct 27th thur Oct 31st.
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Last is my first ebook “Sex in the kitchen sink: poetry and art.”
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little small achey
hurt in a healing heart
with hidden jewels of happiness
but i cannot find them all
i am lost
at a loss for words
a word like hope
feels too big for me.
there is a ache in my heart
an emptiness in my chest
a sadness in my soul.
sometimes losing hurts so much
you can forget what winning feels like.
the world gives us both
so much to lose
but so much to win.
i feel lost.
its temporary and i know
that I will find what I am looking for.
missing pieces 10-24-15
you’ve passed away two days now
and there are pieces of you everywhere.
its the missing pieces, that i miss.
the sound of your sharp howl bark
the snap of your jaws and teeth-(as you would try to “speak”)
the click-clackey clack of your paws and nails
on our wood floors.
there’s even bits and pieces of your thick
wool like fur on the staircases.
there’s the empty spot where you would lay
under the dining room table.
these missing pieces of the old dog I loved.
the house feels lonely and much quieter now.
letting you go was very hard.
now your somewhere better and hopefully
at peace. No longer in pain just another dog angel
in a sky filled of stardust. But I’m left with memories
and missing pieces of my friend.
your fur feels like wool
my loyal shiba inu
but as i pet you it comes off in patches.
my breath catches,
deep in my throat -deep down in the place
where tear rivers flow.
and I don’t know
how to say goodbye?
Lord only knows
how hard we tried
to save you from illness and grief.
now as a last resort
is putting you to sleep.
But that’s for tomorrow.
today is for saying goodbye
and your fur feels like wool.
your sleeping most of the time now.
at 13 or 14 years old your no longer
our spunky friend.
you’ve slowed down but we both love you so much.
Tomorrow morning will come soon enough.
I wish there was a way to properly
say goodbye and i love you
my loyal shiba inu.
Rest in peace Moshi Moshi Feb 2001-10/22/15
I regret my decision to stop
taking my much needed bipolar
I regret the pain I caused
everybody and the mania which ensued.
When I am unwell I am simply not myself
I am something other
somebody both frightened and frighting
now I am left to pick of the
shattered pieces of stability
and attempt to weave them together
Apologies just never seem good enough
the devastation seems huge-
regrets loom large
lessons seem to be never learned.
living with mental illness is very difficult
but thankfully I am not alone
I have friends and family
a wonderful loving husband
we get through the tough times together
we get through the tough times together
despite my regrets.
I know this time I will try to do better.
the missing muse-
poetry left me
it left my mouth dry
my words dried up as well
depression and mania
stole my creativity
it stole my summer
the rocky rope bridge
between emotional extremes
it extinguished the flame of poetry
my blog was left lonely empty
now new medications
a path to recovery
trying to find my muse
trying to find my voice
trying to find words
to weld into a web of internet
connections and old friends.