Breathing My Name

"Are you there?" I whispered.
I swear I felt your presence, softly beside me.
I heard you breathe my name, gently on the air.
I turned to look for you.
Knowing I could not see
But wishing all the same.
Has it been that long
Since you left me?
Somedays I still smell
Your sweet cologne, and vanilla.
A tear streams down my face.
Then I turn, to resume my life.
And go on,
Surviving.

Writer I Am

"I'm a writer," I said hesitantly. I could have just as easily said - "I'm a reader," with the little confidence I could muster. Isn't it weird that certain motor skills also qualify as jobs? Writer, speaker, seer, but listener or hearer means nothing? Why so much value on doing and so little on receiving the messages of others? Mental tangent passing, I thought back to my statement. What does it mean to be a writer? I used to think it meant being published - anywhere - or being tormented for not being published, those were the options. As if the mass approval / acceptance of others lent validity to the written words. Today my beliefs are altered. For me personally, being a writer involves invoking courage to honestly depict my thoughts and emotions through the written word. Only I know when that happens - regardless of what appears. If I inspire others or provoke a thought, it is but a bonus for which I am grateful.

Checked Emotions

Alone I sat there
Bewildered by my own reaction.
Wasn't I the composed one?
Securely aware of my bluff and tell?
Covering up my "give"
Like a well-trained method actor?
Was I now the embodiment
Of a screaming tirade?
Unaware of checking
My emotions at the door.

Chocolately Day

In this moment, there is only me, the sun, the water, and the ants who want a minute taste of my chocolately concoction.

I vision myself as one of the ants, and this day is my sweet drink.

I wander from the drought-stricken grass – experiencing the banality of life – and seek the sugary taste of a beautiful day.

Enamored Enlightenment

Mechanical motions of the day fill time between the meaningful hours. It’s like that though – if you are patient and just exist, an enlightening moment will unfold before as you stand enamored in its glow. As quickly as THAT it disappears in the ethers, leaving you to wonder if it ever happened at all.