Monday, March 31, 2014

Photo Heart Connection: March

When it came to choosing an image this month for my photo heart connection there was only one true contender . . . . 

. . . not because it was the best image or because of the shape, but because after all the bitching and moaning that I've done this past month about the snow, mother nature chose to love me anyway.

Linking up with Kat for Photo Heart Connection

Friday, March 28, 2014

Snowdrop - Galanthus Nivalis

'twas an angel don't you suppose
that caught a snowflake on her nose
smiling, she breathed and made a wish
for you to form and forever flourish
in the forest of my dreams
among the moss and wandering streams
I see you now in the bright moonlight
fair maiden of the purest white
promises made in a circular ring
to leave you wild, as you herald Spring
for bringing in a single bloom
foretells of death all too soon

and so it is with some consolation
I bare the brunt of winters frustration
and despite being somewhat delayed
your promise lies in your comely shade

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Laughter Of An Unconscious Mind

cryptic images flicker
before the minds eye
laughter of an unconscious mind
that knows no limits or boundaries
the realm of the waking self
where the unconscious
remains evasive
and in the forgetting
a faint inkling lingers
unwilling to be bound
by the threshold of consciousness
dissociated from the disguise of sleep

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Snow Blizzard

You're probably as sick of hearing about snow as I am of seeing it.  I honestly thought we were done until a big snow storm blew through here yesterday.
I had to feel sorry for the birds who were battling strong winds and the cold just to get some food.
Thankfully I'd filled the feeders just the day before so there was plenty to go around.
At least the sun is out today and the snow has melted.  I'm desperate to see some color after all the monochromatic browns and greys of this oh so long winter.

Monday, March 24, 2014


unmoored, cast adrift
in a fierce sea of pain
my life raft, a bed
of knotted sheets
down and feather

nerve endings clinging
to barnacle covered rocks
grated, bloody and raw
as each new surge
masks signals of distress

tossed ashore
with a pain hangover
the weight of a drunken sailor
I drag myself forward
in search of solid ground

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Signs Of Life

I'd had a rough couple of days with my facial nerve pain recently but Friday afternoon I managed a short jaunt to the local Nature Center.

My favorite spot is the Lotus Pond . . . . .

. . . and just two weeks ago it was still frozen over.

Thankfully Spring has brought some sunshine our way and the pond has now thawed.  It seems I wasn't the only one to appreciate the sunshine. 

I was a little surprised when I came across this turtle with its shell peeling back.  Not sure if this is normal or whether they are able to regenerate their shells.  Have any of you seen this before?

I had to smile when I happened upon some frogspawn.  It reminds me of being a child and the wonder of discovery.  If you look closely you'll see a little lizard like creature in the clump at the bottom left.  Not sure if he was eating it or just hiding in it.
Here's the lizard again, this time in the middle of the image, can you see him?

Heading back to the car I came upon some clumps of daffodils.  Daffodils are one of my favorite flowers, a little reminder of my Welsh background.  Seeing these shoots made me wish I'd remembered to plant some in our own yard . . . I'll have to remedy that.
I've just finished reading Darkness Visible by William Styron in which he talks about his descent into chronic depression and of coming out the other side.  I found his academic style of writing hard to warm to and it left me feeling a little detached but it was an interesting read nonetheless. 
So, how's your weekend shaping up.  What book is on your nightstand right now?

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Death Of An Angel

you speak the language of trees
of wind and moon and sky
winged in mysticism and secrets
as guardian, angel of death

ruler of the night, seer of souls
did you foretell your own demise
feathers failing to ward off evil
of the human kind

Linking up with Poetry Jam

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Nose Nuzzles

purrs disrupt the morning darkness
as the tickling softness of you
caresses shoulder then cheek
nose nuzzles in a wet cold greeting
pressure points triggered
first two, then four
until the weight of you
crushes my throat
I choke out a protest
but there's no regard for sleep
when there's food to be had

Monday, March 17, 2014


Image courtesy of CafePress
The sign read 'smile if you're not wearing any underwear'.  Funny for a split second until you realize you're looking at the ceiling, feet in stirrups with an unfamiliar head between your legs.  Feeling vulnerable and exposed yet wondering how you compare to all the others they've seen or whether they've stopped 'seeing' in that way.  Thinking of times you've wanted to stand out but right now wanting be ordinary, normal . . .  what is normal anyway?  The coldness of a foreign object, the turning of a screw.  Draped, scraped, making polite conversation, one eye on the door as you plan your escape.

Sunday, March 16, 2014


we talk of weather and of rain
so British of the two of us
there's something else we should discuss

when did things become so mundane
relationships should be more fun
we're not that old, we're still so young

the loss of love, the sheer distain
that's not the way that things should be
please tell me that you agree with me

avoiding all that's clearly plain
I evade your questioning gaze
no longer loving you 'always'

lets not go down memory lane
rehash what wasn't mean to last
lets leave it rooted in the past

we talk of weather and of rain
when did things become so mundane
the loss of love, the sheer distain
avoiding all that's clearly plain
lets not go down memory lane

Linking up with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Saturday, March 15, 2014


I dream in color
of water and fire
of life and death
in my own fear
of unconsciousness

Linking up with Poets United

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Echoes Of Silence

echoes of silence ricochet
with all the accuracy
of an unsighted gun
yet the final impact
remains fatal

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Food For Thought

grabbing a cart I run through a mental checklist
milk, bread, eggs . . .
                            meat, vegetables . . . don't forget potatoes
maybe some fruit, got to try to be healthy

turning into the 'Great Britain' aisle I stop in my tracks
hitting a wall of emotion that catches me by surprise
no matter how many times I shop here
overwhelmed by products that have me seeing dead people

chocolate bars transport me to my grandmothers house
and the stash of goodies she kept in a kitchen draw
my father given walnut whips, licorice and sugared almonds
because no one knew what else to get him

humbugs, chocolate eclairs and boiled sweets
bought for long journeys and holidays
chosen so they wouldn't melt in the car
a lesson in there somewhere

tins of quality street and roses at Christmas
always the same ones left over
malted milks, custard creams and digestive biscuits
to be dunked in mugs of tea

ribena and orange squash, drinks of childhood
frazzles, quavers, hula hoops, skips
crisps that filled school lunchboxes
flavors lingering on fingers long after they were eaten

so many memories wrapped up in food
of family and friends, alive and dead
wiping a tear from my cheek, I pick up a bag of sweets
and with a glance over my shoulder, I head for the fruit aisle

Linking up with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and Poetry Jam

Just for reference biscuits are cookies, sweets are candy, crisps are chips and Ribena and Orange Squash are drinks.

Messing About In The Water

Yesterday was so sunny, I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming. 
All the snow and ice have thawed which meant the dogs got to do one of their favorite things . . .
. . . walk across the pool cover and play in the water that seeps through.
Joey normally goes out of his way to avoid puddles and large bodies of water so it always surprises me to see him getting his face and feet wet. Maybe he just likes clean water.
He was having fun fishing for leaves.
Ravyn is most definitely a water dog and I could see in her eyes that she's desperate for the cover to come off and go swimming.
During the summer months it's hard to keep her out of there.
I don't think that will be happening any time soon though.
It's been raining non-stop since last night and is supposed to turn to snow later today.
I don't mind the rain so much, it's a prelude to Spring . . . .
. . . but the snow, ah the snow . . .
. . . now that I could do without.
March sure knows how to put on a show!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Nature's Assassin

aggressive mustached predator
nature's three-eyed assassin
robber in name and life
proboscis its rifle
neurotoxin bullet
Linking up with dVerse

Monday, March 10, 2014


your strings are pulled
and like the puppet that you are
you dance a dance
of action and reaction
to barbed words
baited and hooked
dangling from an arbitrary line
the knife twists and gutted
you're left cut open