Tuesday, February 11, 2014

dance myself whole

On  those nights
Like tonight
When
I feel there’s part
Of me missing

I wonder
Out loud
Would I be whole
In the arms
Of Mr Right

There’s a teacher
In my mind
That says
A woman must have a man
And a family
To be whole

And sometimes
I believe it

But tonight
I proved them wrong
I went looking
For little pieces
That were missing
Music notes
And poems
That will make me whole
Again

I danced myself whole
In the hall ways
Of my heart
We can dance ourselves together
When the music starts
One whole self when the song ends

When the story is told
When the song is sung

I’ve danced myself together



Monday, February 10, 2014

The Fromage

There’s so much
To say about independence
I’m like a knight
Without a horse
But I remember
How to ride
Across the plans
Snow for miles

Something cold
In my blood
As even the temperature falls
If I had to fall in love
Could it be him
Could it be him

There’s so much to say
About feeling safe and warm
There’s so much to want
Alone in the night
Just those eyes
Just that soul
Just that laugh in the winters moon light

Something cold
In my blood
As even the temperature falls
And if I got to meet him
If I had to fall in love
Could it be him
Could it be him

There’s a time
And a place
For love and excitement
If I had to fall in love
Can it be

Could it be now?

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Wake Up and Dream

There’s an old expression about where dreams go to die. There’s a Girl (that’s me) that wakes up and morns the loss of sleeping dreams. That has seen so much waking love fall and tumble down the mountain side. So much love while asleep. I spent years looking for a place to call home, a place to be creative, cats, and friends who love me. So much time saying no this is wrong, but not knowing how to feel right.

There’s a little game I started playing this weekend.  I’m going to the place where my dreams come alive. To that little locket I keep locked up tight; that I close up tight when I open my eyes.  I want to wake up and leave the locket of dreams open.

In the locket lies a hungry peace, a need for creativity and expression. And dreams, so many dreams.

There’s an old expression to “Follow your dreams.” I remember in university saying “You don’t want me to follow mine." 

But they’re changing there are more and more that I long to follow and see them turn into real events.
It started by dreaming of a theatre company. And creating a name for one.

This weekend I was able to support friends at a poetry reading. Only to be supported twice in return. By having a friend at a poetry reading grab my hand and say “you’re next Frosty.” And knowing that I’ve already told stories, I’ve written, to audiences. It continued by going to Zumba and knowing that I believe and support my friends ability to create a successful event. 

No jealousy, no self hate.

I can open up that locket and see what I’ve locked inside for the past 30 years. Happiness, future, alive: all words that will shine in the next couple days.

There’s a feeling of excitement with this idea, when I write a few lines and walk around the apartment to let it become real, feel it, breath it.


It’s going to take me a few weeks to master it and figure out how to do it; how to wake up and be alive, how to live dreams ,and make dreams come true, when I’m wide awake.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Today in Paris

not my photo :(
Today in Paris
Dirty old Paris
- At least that’s what people try to tell me
So I don’t want to visit there
Don’t want to travel that way

But
Today in the Paris
The Paris of my mind
I am paddling down the river
To my heart

I see lemons trees
Along the bank
I can only smell the sour
Taste the tart

Just a little more time to go
into myself
Just a little more time to ride
The river that runs to my heart
The present
Just felt like yesterday

Lemons fall
Leave time to write on the skin
With indentations of the present
Tattoos of the mind

Remember me on your skin
This is who I am
My lover says my hair is not washed
We woke up strangers

Down the river’s
Of the sweet Paris
I pick a real word
A word like my heart

The only way to read
The tattoo
Is with fire

I hold it
In my soul
And cradle it with love
This dirt
This sour
This heart

Just a little more time to go
into myself
Just a little more time to ride
The river that runs to my heart

The present
Just felt like yesterday
Or the day before

Today in Paris
Dirty old Paris


Monday, January 27, 2014

Word Mass

This is my journal today
A mass of words
A congregation of dreams
A marriage of hope and fate

This is my journal today
Where I write I love you
To someone I will never
See again

Say a little prayer for the dreams
That come by
The wings of the birds
And lift me up to the sky

Say a little prayer in my journal
For all that is in this moment
Because this moment is all that counts

And I chose to sit and write

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Angel Skin

I touched you
Your skin
You’re an angel

We’ve never burnt ourselves
With love
Never scared by a marriage
A miscarriage

There’s a little bit of light
A glow from your hair
I bit and we
Burned together

Now we bury you on Wednesday
My darling
You and your fire

One more moon in my hand
One more candle breaks the hearts
Of lovers
Still
Alone

I followed the night
Into the shadowed forest
And the bright lights danced

Angles lighting candles
For those who have died
“You can see us
If you believe” they sang
And I only believed more

Followed the chorus sounds
Deep into the woods
The moaning of the violin
The ting of the harp

The wind through the trees
The angles singing
The song they had created
For my grandmother
When she was born

Now we bury you on Wednesday
My darling
You and your fire

You touched me
My skin
In 197-
Now I’m alive

I can see

The angels

Monday, January 13, 2014

Good Morning

I’ve been walking
Alone on the ledge
And if I should fall
I should fall.

I want this morning
To last forever

Cold bare feet
Heater barely on

Promise of sun
And spring like weather

A string of words
That want to be made



Into a poem
And a pen

At the ready