Billy Goat Under the Bridge - Prose

He’s old and crumpled as he tries to emote the figure of a sweet old man.

Oh, how cute, I’m here and I will take care of you.

Don’t worry little fella, you will be loved when your time comes.

I wrap my arms around him and feel the frailness of his stature.

He uses a stick when he walks, not a cane, but a stick for a cane makes him feel like an old man.

Days pass and I get a call, my cell phone battery is depleted and the call goes directly into voicemail.

I listen to the message and a voice starts speaking, “ya, this isn’t going to work, I’m not a business, I’m The OLD MAN. I called you 3 hours ago (5:30 am) and haven’t gotten a call back”!

I strain, and become rigid, my pulse quickens and I quickly have to decide, “fight or flight”!

I take a long slow breathe of air into my lungs, I’ve had a good night’s sleep and I have woken up in the comfort of my own home.

My “safe” spot.

I discard both options before me, “fight or flight”, and I look around me.

No one is there but me.

I’m safe, no rocks are being hurled at me, only empty meaningless words.

They didn’t know - Prose

I didn’t know they didn’t know
but how could they know if I didn’t tell them?

Hidden secrets that I kept
in the darkest closet of my mind.

I thought they could read my mind
by Looking into my eyes.

The thousand yard stare it’s called
the empty look that looks far away.

Away is safe and the here is fear.

I saw the fear and I thought it was clear
that I was in pain.

Those many conversations I had
The ones they never heard

Because I never spoke them aloud

I thought you knew
But they couldn’t know

Because I had no voice
I had no choice

I didn’t know they didn’t know

Can't Stop The Clock! - Journal Entry

Time flies by so fast these days! The world is getting smaller and smaller and time is going by faster and faster!

Reconnected this weekend with my classmates from high school. I learned so much about myself, because of them. I discovered so much and it made me so happy.

My days are so full of creativity and ideas and travels. I haven't been able to slow down long enough to document with the camera or to capture with the paint brush. Although I am painting, albeit the exterior of the house is a canvas one cannot hardly call "art"! I do consider the paint choice/combination a bit artsy and for sure a huge improvement over what was there before!

It feels like yesterday that we were ringing in the New Year, 2010! That number has such a melodic musical sound to it! "Twenty Ten", my creative mind loves how that sounds....

This has been a GRAND year so far. A wonderful trip to Greece and living the life of the artist on exhibit! In company with a great Sixties Troubador (Donovan) and Harvard Scholars, my husband and his long time childhood friend, Greek citizens, Greek Patrons of the arts and many more wonderful memories from this special trip.

In fact Greece has inspired my next creative project and I will be producing a collection of ladies fine dresses inspired by the famous Greek Poet Sappho! Oh gosh this is going to be fun to work on. I have already crafted a piece to see what it might look like and OH MY GOSH, I was so satisfied with the over all visual of that sample!

Those pieces will probably be the next art I put on this blog!

I have been finding the time to write though....and you all have access to this on my blog. Finding my voice and speaking, who thought it would be so hard to actually vocalize my thoughts, my fears, my truths and my loves?

But! I am practicing that now....and my creative writings are proof that they are there!

So, time to unpack from the last adventure.....until next time.

Short Story - Where Did It Start?

I was born of rebels in the early ‘50’s. A bad boy and a loose lady. Why they were together, it was a mystery as they must have been together because they shouldn’t have been together.

My dad rode a Harley Davidson and my mom was a pregnant teenager from the “upper crust society”. What a perfect team of discord they made.
I was the youngest of three. My sister was the first born of my mom but did not belong to my dad. My brother was an accident and then there was three, me. Was I planned or was I simply the lack of no birth control? I tend to think it was the latter.

My mom knew what was good, what was right and what was social. And as hard as she tried, the house was properly tended but her soul was still the rebel. Angst and hot blood boiled to the surface and ultimately led to her demise.

The bad boy of my dad became the story of his life. But the life became him and he became the story. He hated people and hated his kids and he lied and he lied and he lied. We never knew he lied but his truth never made sense to the innocence of his children.

Verse - Mother Nature

Mother nature is my mother and the earth is my father; the sun, the moon and the stars are my brothers and sisters.

Their love is wrapped around me and keeps me warm in their embrace.

I bathe in the rain and sleep in the meadow. The sweet smells intoxicate my senses.

Dreams of flowers and gardens, of forests and streams of mountains and valleys; of heat and cold.

Sharing the glow with those I touch and hope in return that they share the nudge.

I twirl and twirl unable to stop and finally pause afraid I'll drop....

Fear not, no more, for the bed is soft. Sweet slumber embraces as sweet straw in the loft.

My family is here and will never be gone. Tall trees to lean on will ever be strong.

I am always welcome as the world is my house. With roads to travel as if just a mouse.

We came from one but many we are. If you want to be loved don't look too far.

Love yourself first and be so true, the glow you project is who you are.

Verse - Reflections in the Mirror

I had a family once, so very long ago
I haven't seen them for such a long time
and often ponder to wonder where did they go

I had a Mother and Father and Sister and Brother
Such like Dick, Jane, Sally, Puff and Spot
We sat together at dinner
and were taught to use our fork, knife and spoon

The children were dressed in their Sunday best at Easter
and the adults would sing songs in the quiet of the house
We sat on Santa's lap and took sleigh rides at Christmas
And then all of a sudden we ate our pet goose for dinner

I pretended I didn't know and told myself it was ok
but I knew deep in my heart that something was wrong
What happened to our pet we will never know
and what happened to our family time will show

Soon thereafter more things were kept quiet
no more shopping trips with Mother
Just trips to strange places with strange people
and then trips without us and then she was gone

What drove her away and to her final place to stay
her final resting place, no more serious and no more play
What monster did the unthinkable and hurt us all
By the look in his eyes or the blood on the wall

Where did my family go, far corners of the earth
The children were strong and had children to birth
Who's left to cling too, to continue the broken story
Only those brave enough to value their worth.

For "Dee"...circa 1970"s

Lioness


A lioness runs to a cave seeking shelter

The keeper of the cave feeds her

He is lonely and needs her closeness

She reciprocates with love for she feels his need

The cave becomes tiring

The keeper won't let her out

He's afraid she won't come back

He has made it so

The lioness would have returned out of desire

Now she runs from the fear of captivity

Fate has traded love unfairly.