Sunday, March 23, 2008

Privacy

The need to hide away is strong in some people Some become cranky and try to keep others from getting close: protecting heart and mind. But, in protecting themselves they are denying themselves of life's riches. Love and friendship are what makes life worth living. Even with close relationships it is still possible to have privacy. For some it could be as simple as grabbing a notebook and jotting down a few thoughts. Some plug themselves into their music or computers: losing themselves in other worlds. Privacy is never far away, even in today's busy and over connected world we reside in today.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Snakes

Slinky and long
Responding to song

Deadly and fast
With it's dark cast

Causing terror and fear
All know to steer clear

A snake's grace
Would cause a ballerina disgrace

Friday, March 21, 2008

Poetry of the morning

Red and gleaming
White glimmers

Tall and icy
Dripping condensation

Quick snap
Crisp pop

Ah, first Coke of the day.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

A blank page

A blank page is filled with all the possibilities. With your pen poised over the pristine page: you could do anything. Yet, reluctance courses through your veins. To make a mark, any mark, would spoil the beauty of the moment. Your thoughts flowing freely, gathering at the tip of your pen. You watch in horror and anticipation as a drop gathers and falls to the page. Suddenly, the torrent is unleashed. Filling each meandering blue path: until... You have reached the end of the last line. Slowly, you turn the page. And so, it begins anew.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

She loved her flower pots. They were a gift from her newly found Nana. It was funny, they had just met a month ago and Nana Shirley knew her so well already. It had been her birthday shortly after they met: Nana Shirley bough her three small, vibrantly red flower pots. "To add colour and life to your tiny apartment." Nana Shirley stated as if it were a given that she would like them. So, there they sat lined up on her kitchen window sill. Each had a different spice in them, the scents were heavenly. The pots never failed to fill her with a sense of well-being and peace.