Tuesday, August 23, 2011


One's life to another might look
As if a dream.

The reality is the rose colored lenses
Looking at the other side of the lawn
Is just as green.

If not more.

With depth and illusion

So easy to peer through the lense
And see past  the fence.

Pink tinted and peeling.
Belly swollen and purging
With the whys and wherefores.

A different dimension

An empty nest

Lies in the awakening of another.

Yet for years.

Captured by schedules rigidly the days flounce by

While she beyond the garden
Longs for the days of young.

The pitter patter
The loud and clatter

Become swallowed up
In the solitary noise.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Author's Voice August 2011

My apologies for neglecting this blog.  Summer has been fast and furious, and I have been enjoying time with my children while they are home from school.  I just returned from this lovely place, Sunset Beach, North Carolina, and I am heading out this week to Pennsylvania to visit family.  Writing has been on the back burner, but I'm sure it will sprout its wings once again.  To all my followers I hope you are having a fantastic summer.  I'll be in touch soon. May the lull of the oceans and the dawn of the tides speak to each of you...

Peace to you.