a light starting low

poem #1 the sun will rise a light starting low yonder out of reach lifting the darkness over sleepy dreams restless until daylight poem #2 kneeling here inconsolable tempered by humility stymied by such despair catch hold of this sliver hope cannot be far Kitsch in Savages It’s funny how you still remember the words…

locked inside

tell me a secret you keep locked inside out of reach my work space WRITING So I’ve momentarily shelved the TK inspired story. Just for a little bit. Now I’m working on the story I was writing before I was so deliciously interrupted. 😉 This one will probably be a short story. I wrote an…

longing held at bay

craving just once a touch warm and sweet vigilant while waiting if only for now longing held at bay laughter on the fringes Henry as Charles I should do more screencaps of Henry in something. Hmmm, perhaps The Tudors? Hmm, maybe tomorrow. 😉 I love being off from work! I wrote a short story filled…

love’s breath so soft

how will you ever know when nothing revealing touches you close your eyes and see visions and dreams inspired by your heart love’s breath so soft left unchecked watched an ep of The Tudors, hence Henry Cavill It’s already Saturday? The days were blending together so nicely during the week of Christmas. Oh well, it’s…

heaven’s edge beckons

heaven’s edge beckons need and want a blur rushing for release yet just out of reach closer and closer almost there veiling the world in utter pleasure left with longing fulfilled Henry in The Tudors Sometimes as a challenge to myself, I take a word or phrase or name (usually a name, who am I…

opening my heart with hope

maybe I’ll confess opening my heart with hope that you feel the same Henry Cavill as Charles Brandon in The Tudors I’m ahead of my poem writing. I don’t mind. Maybe it’s good for my brain to stay creative in some way. I’m already losing the drive to keep writing my story. I cannot seem…

frozen to the very core

I am cold inside frozen to the very core untouched and so still so cold this morning Here’s something weird: I was talking about my NaNoWriMo story with my co-worker (well, mostly talking about Henry Cavill but anyhoo) and a man walked in because he had an appointment with someone in the office. When I…

Thanksgiving weekend catch-up

I haven’t written here in how many days? Goodness me! Seven poems. Well, you know I’m all about the haikus, especially during National Novel Writing Month, so let’s start with that…