Soft Spoken

2012-01-14T22:11:00.000-06:00

Sorry for my long absence, dear friends! It has been a very busy couple of months for this wife, mother, and teacher. Last month, I celebrated two very significant milestones in my life. I turned thirty and celebrated ten years of marriage with my wonderful husband. I didn't realize that we were too young to get married back then. Ha!!! I suppose a decade is enough to prove that we did something right despite our youth and inexperience! :) I will write again soon, but in the mean time, I wish everyone a happy 2012. God bless.

Winds of Change

2011-11-06T23:12:00.001-06:00

a gust of wind, blowing
thoughts of yesterday into
my already crowded mind-
replacing today's list of
"go here" and "do this"
with "remember when"
we had nowhere to go
and nothing to do
but feel on our faces
a gust of wind, blowing.

2011-10-08T02:16:00.006-05:00

"Time marches on." How many times have I heard this saying? Yet, never have I felt the weight of that truth quite like I did tonight. I watched them, their beautiful lines moving across the grass. They, like time, were marching. All in sync, all in step, all in their TEENS. I remember those days. Trumpets and flutes, trombones and bass drums all marching to the beat, making their way across the football field. I, with my flag in hand, would weave in and out of their formations...toes pointed, hands lifted high. My heart beating out of my chest, I would flick my wrist and release, watching the shimmering blue and gold fabric glide through the air, followed by the shiny black pole that would always land right back in my hands. Then gently placing the flag on the ground, I would dance...leaping gracefully across the fifty yard line to the sound of soaring brass. Twelve years have passed and now I sit in the bleachers, watching a new generation of young women march and dance, twirl and toss. I am reminded that time is marching on, and that just like those high school days, another chapter is about to come to an end.

halftime-

so much sand at the bottom

of the hourglass

2011-09-25T22:45:00.001-05:00

Rush, rush, rush. I can feel my blood pressure rising as I attempt to get us all out the door in one piece. It's 7:27 a.m. "We should have left the house two minutes ago," I think to myself. I grab all of the bags (between my daughter, my son, and me, there are six) and laugh, thinking about the fact that each morning, it looks as though we are going on an extended vacation. Ready or not, here comes the day. I open the door and stop mid-stride. The crisp air hits my face as soon as I step outdoors, and I see last night's rain, still visible on my driveway. It has happened. Autumn has arrived while I was sleeping, unaware. I inhale deeply, breathing in all the loveliness of the first cool morning, and I smile as a little cloud follows my exhale.

her loss
is my gain-
the sugar maple

2011-08-20T00:21:00.001-05:00

weekend at last-
I pour the playground sand
from her shoes

(I'm happy to report that the first week back at school was a success for all in our household.)

2011-08-11T00:39:00.000-05:00

Imagination
takes me away
to some distant shore,
where cerulean waves
crash without warning...

2011-08-04T00:55:00.000-05:00

sipping sweet tea-
the ice never stood
a chance...

(Believe it or not, we broke yesterday's record today. 115 degrees.)

2011-08-03T00:08:00.000-05:00

It's too hot to even write poetry. My brain is melting. :) I believe we either tied or broke the record for the hottest recorded day here. 114 degrees!!!

Lip lock

2011-07-21T23:26:00.002-05:00

Well, when my third post in a row was a haiku about a kiss, I decided to group the three together. I guess I have smooching on the brain! It would appear that not that much has changed since I was 16. Ha! :)

salt in a kiss-
the mercury reads
103

he smiles,
remembering the taste of
honeysuckle

your kiss tells me
we only have tonight-
summer twilight

2011-07-20T00:22:00.001-05:00

your kiss tells me
we only have tonight-
summer twilight

This haiku is in response one on Warren's blog. His poem made me think of a summer romance from my youth. :) Happy memories...

http://www.thecrowandthemoon.com/2011/07/regretting-nothing.html

2011-07-12T01:59:00.002-05:00

salt in a kiss-
the mercury rises to
105

(This is my 30th southern summer...and I don't recall one hotter than this!)

2011-07-04T01:31:00.002-05:00

let freedom ring-
he watches fireworks
from his playpen

2011-06-19T04:22:00.000-05:00

missing
the feel of a pen
on paper,
I write one
to the moon...

2011-05-22T13:17:00.000-05:00

I am teaching a poetry unit in my classroom right now. I have this one student, David, who is particularly clever. On the day we covered haiku, this was his contribution:

haiku is tricky
never know how it will end-
refrigerator

I loved this. It's SO him...random and funny. Not bad for an eleven year old! He always makes me laugh. :)

2011-05-11T17:36:00.000-05:00

song of the south-
a prayer whispered as
the river rises...

2011-04-21T01:23:00.001-05:00

church bells muffle
these useless thoughts-
amazing grace

"Therefore do now worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself..." -Matthew 6:34

2011-04-11T23:38:00.000-05:00

outside,
the scent of freshly-cut grass
reminds me
that I'm still the same
inside

2011-03-22T20:10:00.001-05:00

Then,
as if the night never was,
sunlight
peeked over
the horizon...

(Welcome to the world, little one. My days will forever be brighter...)

2011-02-21T23:20:00.000-06:00

putting away
tiny blankets, I grow
more and more aware
of the nearness
of spring

Snow Days Home with Mommy...

2011-02-03T01:34:00.001-06:00

marshmallows drop
like snowflakes into her cup-
we practice counting

mittens hang
from the mantle, and I, on
her every word...

epiphany-
icicle rhymes
with tricycle

Ramblings of a mom/writer :)

2011-01-24T02:47:00.000-06:00

Awkwardly, I type...my elbows spread too far apart, trying to accomodate the child sleeping in my lap.
I feel the warmth and weight of her small, lanky body as I try to peer at the monitor over her head. My chin rests in in her soft, blonde locks that smell like tangerines. Her cheek lies against my chest and her legs are wrapped around the other child...the one still growing inside of me. She sleeps so peacefully, completely unaware that I am at war, struggling with the last line of a piece of writing, which having abandoned twice, I have stubbornly returned to once again. I take a sip of coffee only to realize that it is the cup from this morning that I failed to finish because there was a missing shoe and a field trip permission slip that needed to be signed. I swallow the cold, bitter liquid and place the cup back on top of the stack of bills I'm currently ignoring. That's next on the never-ending to-do list. STOP, I silently command. No more thoughts of kids or the electric bill or the dog that will not stop barking because she wants back inside. Just think about the unfinished work in front of you. Focus...and I do. For a moment, I am brilliant again. The writer's cap is on and I have found it (this time without the assistance of thesaurus.com)...that "just right" word. I begin to type and then a swift kick from a tiny foot takes my breath away. The little soccer star inside of me is apparently awake, and now so is his big sister, whose brown eyes are looking up at me and whose mouth is uttering the words, "Mommy, I'm hungry." Needless to say, the word-that lovely word with it's perfect syllabic structure and connotation- has escaped my brain at this point...and it's alright. It's alright because there is another story that I am writing. I work on it every day and even when the writer's block is severe, there is no option to abandon. Its two main characters, though lovable, can be quite demanding. The setting is not always tranquil and is rarely glamorous, with its mounds of laundry and unpaid bills...its stained t-shirts and raggedy stuffed animals. Then of course, there is the plot...filled with laughter and tears, burnt toast and brusied knees. The plot is often unpredictable, and to be quite honest, I am not really the author when it comes to this sequence of events, this roller coaster of a story-line. I am, however, in constant contact with Him. I talk to the author every day...many times a day, and I thank Him. I thank Him because somehow, the bills all get paid and the shoe gets found. I thank Him because these two characters, the one sitting on my lap and the one growing under my heart, make each day worth writing about. Finally, I thank Him for all of these moments...especially the ones that leave me, once again, without words.

2011-01-11T18:01:00.000-06:00

I hear it
through the whispering pines-
winter's song

2011-01-05T15:49:00.000-06:00

ashes-
last year's news
in the fireplace

(Happy New Year everyone...a few days late.)

2010-12-16T22:35:00.000-06:00

twenty-nine candles-

my yearbook gathers

a little more dust...

2010-12-13T01:24:00.001-06:00

2010-12-03T00:19:00.000-06:00

2010-11-15T17:20:00.000-06:00

afternoon traffic-
a V of geese waits
for no one

backseat tales of
playground adventures-I turn
the radio off

a whispered prayer
resonates above the horn-
braking just in time

2010-10-23T21:29:00.000-05:00

on the screen,
a tiny white flicker-
my heart beats in sinc

2010-10-13T22:48:00.000-05:00

2010-10-04T21:58:00.000-05:00

treetops whisper
outside my window-
secrets between friends

2010-09-18T01:01:00.000-05:00

uninspired
until the first leaf whispers,
"watch this..."

2010-08-31T15:38:00.000-05:00

a single light
ripples across the water
so dark and deep-
I think of you
at midnight...

2010-08-29T16:06:00.000-05:00

orange moon
in my rearview mirror-
autumn just ahead...

2010-08-09T02:41:00.003-05:00

strange...
how softly summer
slips away,
like smooth sand between my toes-
saunters away,
like slow-moving feet on some southern sidewalk-
sails away,
like the sultry night song that ends with a sigh
slides away,
like the salty teardrops that spill
when suddenly summer is not the season,
but a bittersweet memory,
stirring my soul.

(I realize that summer is not over according to the calendar, but for me, it is. This teacher goes back to work tomorrow...another summer slips away, but another new adventure awaits. :)

2010-08-02T18:20:00.000-05:00

2010-07-22T23:58:00.000-05:00

no need to wish
on that distant star-
two pink lines

2010-07-16T23:41:00.004-05:00

she smiled

and suddenly the summer

was alive

with colors

I had never known

2010-07-15T22:49:00.000-05:00

sly crescent
hangs low
in the night sky-
everyone has
a secret...

2010-07-03T22:59:00.000-05:00

daybreak-
the cool pillow warmed
by her sigh

2010-07-01T20:53:00.001-05:00

summer night-
floating in the heavy air,
her lullaby

2010-06-14T02:31:00.002-05:00

road trip-

backseat daydreams

take her miles away...

2010-06-09T00:31:00.000-05:00

alone at midnight-
finding silence has
so much to say...

2010-06-07T00:30:00.000-05:00

smiling

as streams of sunlight

land on the sheets-

one more hour

to dream

(Enjoying my first few days of summer vacation...and so glad to be back!!!)

2010-04-21T22:50:00.002-05:00

Just wanted you all to know that I'm taking a break from blogging for a while. I wish you all well. I'll be back eventually. God bless!

Kristin

2010-04-06T23:09:00.000-05:00

I went for a walk in my neighborhood tonight. The weather is beautiful here right now...loving spring!

2010-03-30T21:11:00.003-05:00

2010-03-28T04:13:00.001-05:00

Last Dance

2010-03-23T01:56:00.000-05:00

March 20th. I glance at the calendar one more time to make sure that I have not temporarily lost my mind.
Yes, it is March 20th...the first day of Spring. Yet, this scene outside my kitchen window looks like the hand-painted winter wonderland on the coffee mug from which I sip. The tree in our backyard sways and struggles against a bitter wind. I shake my head and smile as I watch the brand new buds on its branches turn from green to white.

"May I cut in?"

asks the old man-

last dance

2010-03-18T23:33:00.001-05:00

hanging them

on the crescent moon,

these thoughts

I'm just too tired

to think...

(at the end of a busy week......exhausted. ONE DAY 'TIL SPRING BREAK!!! :)

2010-03-17T01:57:00.000-05:00

2010-03-08T22:44:00.001-06:00

2010-03-07T23:24:00.005-06:00

smiling brown eyes

reflect four tiny flames-

when did I go

from counting toes

to counting candles?

2010-03-05T00:16:00.000-06:00

aching for spring-

I only thought I loved

anticipation

2010-02-28T22:46:00.000-06:00

three little pigs

and three little bears

in one twin bed-

The Complete Works of Shakespeare

will just have to wait...

2010-02-21T19:09:00.000-06:00

the plane lands,

but this place isn't home,

just concrete and dirt

until I feel the warmth

of your hand and your kiss

New York City

2010-02-17T20:44:00.000-06:00

Hello dear friends! I haven't posted anything in a few days because I am busy enjoying my trip to New York City. I am attending a wonderful teaching conference at Columbia University. We have really enjoyed the city. I love to just take off and explore when I travel. Luckily, I am here with two friends (my principal and another teacher from my school) who are the same way...laid back tourists who just love to walk and see. We're having such a fabulous time. I miss my husband and my daughter, though. I've never been away from my little girl for this many days in a row. I probably won't be posting any poetry until I return home, which will be Saturday. The picture above is my friend Shelly and I in front of our beautiful hotel on the Upper West Side, The Lucerne. I hope you all are having a wonderful week. I'll be back in a few days.

Love from the Big Apple,
Kristin

For my Valentine

2010-02-13T01:54:00.001-06:00

I love them-

all the ways

that you love me-

the playful squeeze

as you pass by me

standing at the kitchen sink

with my hair pulled back,

and you smile at me-

you smile, like I’m beautiful-

me, in my ponytail

and this old apron…

yes, I love them-

all the ways

that I love you back-

stealing kisses as you rob

a cookie from the sheet…
and I let you

because I only made them

to see that look on your face-

you know the one,

the one that says

“I love you”

in a million-and-a-half
different

little

ways

2010-02-10T23:26:00.002-06:00

2010-02-07T23:27:00.001-06:00

staring at

the dismantled crib

in their spare bedroom,

she prays that the groundhog's

prediction is wrong

2010-02-03T23:47:00.001-06:00

Special thanks to my friend, Rhonda Shade, for the amazing photograph.

2010-01-31T22:50:00.002-06:00

winter chill-

your warm whispers

tickle my ear

2010-01-31T01:24:00.007-06:00

listening

as snow lands on snow-

I melt

2010-01-27T23:27:00.002-06:00

Train Set

2010-01-23T00:00:00.003-06:00

somber lullaby

carries me away-

train song

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mournful cry-

the conductor

going nowhere

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balancing on

very thin rails-

am I on track?

2010-01-18T23:58:00.002-06:00

2010-01-14T17:30:00.000-06:00

my ticket

to a lover's paradise-

snooze button

2010-01-12T21:11:00.003-06:00

pale white moon
through naked branches-
whispers in the dark

2010-01-08T23:57:00.002-06:00

cold toes

in warm sand-

cerulean waves

crash onto the shoreline

of my winter daydream

2010-01-06T20:04:00.003-06:00

eliciting

warmth from deep within-

your fragrant words

(In response to Magyar's post from January 5th..http://magyar-haiku.blogspot.com/)

2010-01-03T17:51:00.003-06:00

the taste of
sweet maple syrup
and salty tears-
kisses on
the softest little face.

2010-01-02T01:57:00.003-06:00

new year
same old night shift-
kissing through the phone

The Wedding Album

2009-12-30T00:37:00.010-06:00

Today is my wedding anniversary (well, technically yesterday the 29th was, since it's now after midnight). I wrote this piece for my husband and gave it to him as a gift. I was in the mood to write some prose. I gave him the choice, and he said that he wanted me to post it...that he loved it and wanted me to share it. :) So... this is for Derek. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.

After the writing, I've included a few of the photographs mentioned as well as a recent picture of the two of us.
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Hundreds of photographs are spread across our bed, like a patchwork quilt of faces. How many times have I looked at these photos over the years? The flowers, the cake, the white dress…the beginning. I used to flip through them and reminisce about that day, thinking about all the precious little details that went into it. Now, though, on the eve of our eighth anniversary, I find myself scanning these familiar, glossy images and for once, I am not thinking about the wedding. These pictures now evoke something deep inside of me, something that goes far beyond a single day's events.

I used to look at these pictures and see the candles, their tiny flames illuminating the aisles of the sanctuary. Now I see my husband’s face, shining with a love so deep and pure as he holds our baby girl for the first time. I see her lying in his arms, still pink and new. I see his eyes burning into me and looking as if he’s seeing me for the first time, his intense stare saying the “I love you” that his speechless lips cannot yet form.

I used to feel the smooth texture of the veil slipping over my face as he lifted it to kiss me ever so gently, but also with the intensity of knowing that I was now his flesh and blood. Now I feel the cold surface of the doorway as I lean into it, watching helplessly as he says goodbye to his hero. I see him there, kneeling by the bedside of his father, unselfishly whispering, “It’s alright. You can let go. We’re going to be fine.” Forever branded into my mind is the image of his hazel eyes, the green amplified on this particular day, holding back the tears that I could not. I feel the shudder deep inside of me as his father slips from this world, still holding my husband’s hand, and once again I encounter a stabbing pain deep in my chest-the pain that comes with knowing that all the love I feel for this man cannot bring his father back to him.

I used to hear “Canon in D” coming from a distant piano, floating in the air around me and meshing with the sounds of my own shallow breaths. I would recall with a smile my respiratory rhythms as I waited behind those closed doors, syncopated by the occasional deep inhaling that came after reminding myself, “Just breathe.” Now, a sly grin spreads across my face as I hear the sound of our feet, pitter-pattering down the long hallway, stopping only once for a passionate embrace and a lingering kiss on my neck. I hear the "shhhhh" escape from my mouth as we try not to wake the toddler asleep at the foot of our bed and I feel my pursed lips bending into a smile as he ignores my scolding and laughs out loud once again. I hear his heartbeat, indistinguishable from mine, as we make love on the living room floor.

I still think about our wedding from time to time, but far more often I think about our marriage- about the life we’ve lived together since the last rose petal dropped. My thoughts turn, not to the promises we made, but instead to the ways in which we have kept them, broken them, forgiven each other, and strived to keep them once again. I understand now that marriage is not a vow made with words on a Saturday afternoon. It is a continual act of loving and learning and becoming one. It’s more than a few fading photographs lying on our bed. It is the vibrant portrait we paint each day in living color.

2009-12-27T02:04:00.002-06:00

2009-12-25T01:13:00.002-06:00

2009-12-22T04:05:00.006-06:00

winter solstice-

the sun's distance

irrelevant

when enjoying

the nearness of you

(Welcome home, Mr. Riggs.)

2009-12-20T16:12:00.002-06:00

tossing in the sheets-
cold, moonless night
absent of dreams

2009-12-19T17:53:00.003-06:00

2009-12-17T22:48:00.004-06:00

28

2009-12-14T00:07:00.008-06:00

When all is stripped away-
the make-up, the pretense,
and my little black dress
lies wrinkled on the floor…
do you still see me?

When the mirror reveals
these soft lines now lingering
around my eyes, sure to deepen
in the coming years…
do you still see me?

When the girl I was,
living somewhere deep inside,
is lost in the curved sillouette
of the woman I’ve become…
do you still see me?

When this decade of adulthood
begins to show on my face,
a knowing expression replacing
the innocence that captured you-
do you still see me?

When the daylight has faded
along with every distraction,
and you hold me like it’s the first time
and kiss me like it’s the last,
that’s when I see you…seeing me.

(Today is my 28th birthday. "A decade of adulthood"...and still so much to learn. This is dedicated to my husband, who after all these birthdays celebrated together, still sees me and loves me everyday. The feeling is mutual.)

2009-12-12T00:56:00.001-06:00

malevolent wind

rattles my Christmas spirit-

bills in the mailbox

December Dreams

2009-12-09T00:08:00.006-06:00

tangled in twilight,
enchanted by the moon
as it slowly rises
over treetops that sway
in the warm breeze,
thick with honeysuckle scent-
watching this waltz
of leaves and light,
I, too, am moved
by the rhythm
of sunset turning to dusk,
of thoughts turning to dreams,
and touched by the heartbreak
of fireflies becoming illusions,
of June becoming December
at the sound of my alarm...

2009-12-07T23:52:00.003-06:00

sleeping

in the middle of the bed-

absent moon

(Missing him...ten weeks down, two to go...I'm getting weary.)

2009-12-04T21:51:00.003-06:00

sand and waves

become pillow and sheets-

cursing the rooster

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sun glistens

on the frost-covered ground-

first morning kiss

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midnight whispers

echo deep inside-

daylight moon

2009-12-04T00:23:00.003-06:00

heartbeats mesh
with hard rain on the rooftop-
night rhythms

A Note from Old Man Winter...

2009-12-01T23:20:00.005-06:00

I arrive in the dead of night
when the world is still and void of light
and unaware, you lie in bed
with dreams of summer in your head-
all shimmering and bright...

And when you wake to find me here,
that sad expression will appear,
the one that says, "Oh no! Not yet!"
Oh, how quickly you forget
what beauty ends the year.

So quietly, like each December
I abide while you remember
the lovely sound of crunching snow
and crackling fires, all aglow-
first spark to final ember...

And pale moonlight, soft on your skin
that blush of pink, warmth from within
as you stroll through my icy field
and bare tree limbs, their souls revealed,
beguile you once again.

Of course I know that seasons fade
and the first red bloom or bright green blade
will likely your affections steal-
just don't forget the true appeal
of snowflakes on parade.

2009-11-29T18:35:00.003-06:00

in her brown eyes,

I see twinkling lights and

pure joy reflected-

decorating

the evergreen...

2009-11-27T23:03:00.001-06:00

2009-11-26T17:27:00.002-06:00

gathered together,

we give thanks and raise a toast

to family-

sweet tea

in paper cups

2009-11-23T23:01:00.003-06:00

your shadow
meshes with mine-
bedtime stories

holding you
in the quiet hours-
pillow talk

into our bed
she crawls-three foot tall
alarm clock

Exhale

2009-11-22T01:04:00.008-06:00

Finding myself
at the end of a day
that felt like three-
water rushes into the tub
as thoughts rush out
of my crowded mind.

Steam rises and I carefully slip
into my own little pool
of tranquility-
enveloped in warmth,
breathing in and out,
the sweet aroma
of lavendar and serenity.

At once I am forced
to make a deliberate choice
not to notice
my chipped toenail polish
or the size of my hips,
perhaps a half inch closer
to the side of the tub
than this time last year…

"No," I say to myself-
to-do lists and little vanities
will be there tomorrow...
In this moment I decide
only to listen to these soft bubbles
bursting on my skin
and the exhale of a day’s end,
not a moment too soon.

2009-11-21T23:30:00.002-06:00

hooked on

his intoxicating charm-

crescent moon

Crooked

2009-11-20T18:36:00.003-06:00

I posted this haibun a few days ago. I made some changes to it (Don't you love the process of writing? Some pieces are ever-evovling). Here is the new version. I just received word that it is going to be published in the Spring 2010 volume of Simply Haiku. I've very excited!

"I'm a crooked kind of perfect," she wrote in her journal when asked to describe herself. My students never cease to amaze me. What insight! What wisdom! Eleven years to her credit and she has already accomplished what took me almost three decades. There for the world to see is her brave declaration of self-acceptance, scribbled in number-two lead. I only wish I had learned to love my own beautiful imperfections at such a tender age. I print an 'A' in red ink at the top of the page, giving her so much less than she has given me.

knowing smile-
her braces
catch the light

2009-11-16T22:30:00.002-06:00

autumn dreams of spring-

eagerly awaiting

the first rose bud

Take Me...

2009-11-15T01:31:00.003-06:00

Take me away
to some secret place
where moonlight
shines...
falls...
drips onto my skin,
like silver raindrops- sliding
to that part of my cheek
where your hand takes over...

Take me away
to some shadowy place
where darkness
whispers...
lures...
hides us from the world,
'til I can only feel-seeing
you, not with my eyes,
but with my fingertips...

Take me away
to some quiet place
where silence
lives...
breathes...
inspires us to listen
closer than ever before-hearing
the music we make
when all the noise is gone...

2009-11-11T23:02:00.002-06:00

finding myself

alone with Otis Redding

and cheap red wine-

“These Arms of Mine”

hold your empty pillow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-FQL-tJ3ic&feature=related

2009-11-10T00:40:00.005-06:00

"I'm a crooked kind of perfect," she wrote in her journal when asked to describe herself. My students never cease to amaze me. What insight! What wisdom! Eleven years to her credit and she has already accomplished what took me almost three decades. There for all the world to see in number two lead lies her brave declaration of self-acceptance. I only wish I had learned to love my own beautiful imperfections at such a tender age. I scribble an 'A' in red ink at the top of the page, giving her so much less than she has given me. The teacher becomes the student once again.

caterpillar

finds her voice-

who needs wings?

2009-11-08T14:28:00.003-06:00

his grin says it all-

autumn morning spent speaking

our secret language

(in response to Paul's post on Paper Moon today...and of course, dedicated to my husband Derek)

2009-11-07T22:59:00.002-06:00

talking to myself-

a robin pecks away

at dead wood

2009-11-05T23:15:00.005-06:00

memories,

like ghosts in the closet,

remnants of our past-

a prom dress tucked away

in a dusty box

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I blush

thinking about the promise

of tomorrow-

a new red dress

I haven't shown you yet...

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(For my husband)

2009-11-02T23:42:00.002-06:00

the distant moon

uncovered as clouds move

into November-

yesterday's mask

discarded