Living in my shadow
This large fluff-ball of joy
Holds such love in his eyes
A precious little boy
Sweet kisses on my chin
Brings me his special toy
So we play tug of war
My dog I soooooo enjoy
What is true love?
Are soul mates real?
Are they sent from above?
Do they cause you to feel
That special knowing
That gets your blood flowing?
Is it supposedly magic?
Do soul mates exist?
Or is love supposed to be tragic?
Maybe it’s just something I missed
Never has he been a best friend
Each time I thought he was the one
It always came to an unhealthy end
Should I give up hope and be done?
Perhaps we don’t all get our twin flame
For some, maybe love is meant to be
And others, it’s meant to be pain
Is there really someone for me?
And our paths have just not crossed yet?
How long am I supposed to wait?
Is staying single my best bet?
Feeling a bit melancholy today. Christmas brings it out, I guess. I’ll never forget one Christmas, this guy I’d been dating had been acting distant. Then on Dec 23, he presented me with a beautiful custom-made ring. I was completely confused, because of how he’d been acting and then not knowing what this ring meant.
On Christmas Eve, he broke up with me. Yup. Best Christmas ever. I asked him, “Why did you have this ring made for me?! Why on earth would you give me a ring, knowing you’re going to break up?!”
Wanna know what his response was?! What a lame ass…
“It’s a special ring for a special person.”
Basically, yes, he knew he was going to break up with me when he had it made. It was meant to be a parting gift. I found out that he’d given another girl he’d dated before me the same parting gift – a different ring that he custom made. As if a ring is going to be this wonderful consolation prize. Yeah, he was a real genius.
I ran into him a couple of years later and he was with the girl he left me for. They were married. She looked exactly like him. Weirdest thing ever! Seriously, she had his face but with longer hair and a bit more junk in her trunk.
No, I’m not bitter. It would just be nice if some of these guys would have a brain. Don’t give a ring as a parting gift, okay, guys? Because that’s really stupid. And if you know you want to break up with a girl, please do it sooner than Christmas Eve. Don’t prolong things. Don’t linger. Just get it done as quickly as you can. You’ll be free and you will maybe not ruin her Christmas.
I’m glad he broke up with me. Because I love where I am in my life. I love that I married someone else and had the daughter of my dreams (better than a dream because it’s real), and I’m glad I divorced him and found happiness again in my freedom from that miserable prison. And I’d do it all again to get that wonderful little (not so little anymore as she’s an adult) person!!!!
Still, I wonder if the one is out there or even if there’s such a thing. I did get the daughter I always prayed for with all the qualities I prayed for. Maybe I’ve had my happiness. Maybe that’s all I need. I have my mom and my daughter – 2 best friends. 2 true loves. I guess not many can say they have two.
Long set silence and stillness fill the town
Dusk falls and the tumbleweeds roll around
The wind takes speed and the dust billowing
Shrieks of the banshee is wholly harrowing
The distressed saloon doors sway to and fro
With rusty squeaks as the dusty winds blow
A glass appears on the bar and starts filling
Slides down to a ghost as he drops one shilling
Echoes fade in with laughs and piano tunes
Women in low cut dresses and cheap perfume
Apparitions of men in western gear
Guns in holsters, big hats and anger appear
Cards being played and someone’s caught cheating
They rear their fists to commence the beating
Shots reverberate through the bar and the town
Call the doc! Call the priest! There’s two men down!
The air stills and the music fades to gray
The ghostly visions gently whisper away
The bloodstained floor remains to this day
This decrepit town lost in time to decay
I truly wanted to keep going with this, as a story began to ensue, but honestly, it’s almost 10 and I have many other things to do. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed it and I’ll try to make more time for tomorrow’s poem.
Sitting staring at empty space
You wonder what in the world to place there
You procrastinate and gaze into space with a glare
Thinking to yourself you had the whole day to prepare
You waste time by settling on the first thing you ensnare
And you jot down anything and you think it’s complete crap but beware
You just review what you wrote and you think, “Wow, I pulled that out of thin air.”
Still thinking it’s lame but do not despair
There’s a nugget of wisdom I wanted to share
Writer’s block is a thief in the night, you think, but be aware
It’s you, yourself that bars to path to everywhere
You can go anywhere you please if you allow and declare
Just move through the motions and try if you dare
To enjoy the journey without limiting yourself – do not scare
Keep going and doing and you’ll accomplish it, I swear
So this is me
I am counting down. I am loving this #30daysofpoetry – even when my mind is too sleepy/tired to come up with anything better, but at least I came up with a true nugget of wisdom. Keep going, keep doing, keep trying. If you’re sitting there and can think of nothing to write, my best practice is to write complete gibberish/ insanity/ rubbish – and as you go along, you eventually arrive somewhere you didn’t think you’d travel, especially from the place you started.
Doing is better than staring.
Just write something. Even in a novel, the first draft is usually scrap and the second and third drafts are getting somewhere but you have to have a starting point.
Oh, I’m counting down (I got distracted). Counting down and getting ready for January’s challenge = Living a plant-based diet. Yes, I am enjoying my wine and cheese and my chocolate covered cherries, for now, but I am cutting back on the junk food just a little. I stopped putting sugar in my coffee. I don’t always normally add sugar but I’m pulling away from sugar (my biggest addiction) little by little.
By Dec 15, I will stop all alcohol and cut my coffee back to 1 cup per day till Dec 26, and then I will cut out the coffee, at least till Feb 1. I am looking at recipes for plant-based diets, and I’m looking at moving my blog to wordpress.org. So my domain would be http://www.adjustingyourfocus.com and cutting out the wordpress add-on. What do you think? I am just thinking of branching out, maybe branding a little, having more room for creativity, maybe even videos on some days, etc. Whatever ideas or thoughts you have would be most welcome!! Not sure what theme I’m going with. Not sure about monetizing. Not sure about a lot of things but I’m sure I’ll figure it all out.
The plant-based diet thingy is a bit daunting but it’s also very exciting and I’m eager to feel more energy, have a healthier body, healthier skin and hair, etc. And I’m sure losing weight will be a great addition to the package. I’ll be sharing my complaining and my cravings for meat and junk food, wine, cheese, coffee…… the list is really endless here, and I will also share the good parts – really looking forward to all those! Maybe even sharing some recipes of things I come up with, in case anyone chooses to be as crazy as I am.
I know, there’s a lot of you herbivores out there. Not saying you’re crazy. I just feel a bit crazy for jumping into this 30-31 day challenge. But it’s all good. I can handle it. The hardest part is cooking for a hungry teenager who will most likely continue to be begging for meat. The smell of bacon, alone, may cause me to pass out. Watch out for me, Hallie?
There he perches night and day
Working for his hourly pay
Nothing can lure his focus astray
He’s waiting for his chance to play
– The tiger of Terryville
No other care has he
As he watches steadily
That rodent will never be free
– The cat has paid his bill
So this is about me watching my ever starving (or so he claims 24/7) cat always on the prowl. I saw him crouched down watching something wiggle in the grass and he waited… and he waited… until… he didn’t wait any longer. This has a bit of Tennyson mixed in as his poetry is always stuck in my brain, The Lady of Shalott.
The moonlight gleamed upon the window ‘neath the old oak
A glimmer beamed like a spotlight toward the stranger’s cloak
His face but a mere shadow from the charred cowl he wore
Carrying a limp and hunched over might he be sore
Traversed this family’s graveyard of days long ago
Not a site this cold winter’s night most would choose to go
Still, fear escaped him as he progressed each tomb and stone
His mission ever present and his stern resolve shone
Just a few slow footsteps more and he seemed to cower
Tears fell ‘pon a stone as he held a bunch of flowers
The words engraved read Lizbeth Ivy – Beloved wife
Loving mother 1820-1845
They were married, he and she, till she passed very young
Best friends since childhood, married 15, one girl, one son
He’d brought her flowers every Sunday since they wed
She passed shortly after childbirth in her wintery bed
Several years passed, their children grew and moved away
Dropping a lantern, house caught fire and try as he may
He could not put it out and it consumed the whole house
Placed the flowers on her stone and lay beside his spouse
Some winter Sundays, you might witness him by moonlight
You can see him lay down and vanish into the night
~ Carol Blake (me)