I drink each glass as a toast to you A toast to the sweaty moans You induce The tears to which you reduce The goddess that I am The one who waits Silently in devotion The bottle is empty And so is my heart There is no more That I can give It all belongs …
Tag: love
A Hard Knock Life or Not
My animals have all flatten themselves on the floors of the house as if to say that they give up. It wasn't an especially trying day for the terminally fuzzy day. Everyone made it up this morning and out the door. The morning walk even had time for a spot of tea.Then I came home …
Here’s to Momma
Here's to Momma, Who said no, To letting a man who didn't love, her anymore stay in her bed. Here's to the Momma, Who said no to moving, going back home, And kept her kids in their house, worked two jobs to do it. Here's to the Momma, Who came home when her daughter, scared …
Toxic
There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,tired of being good and getting nowhere.While all the haters breathe easySpewing toxins into the atmospherekilling us, killing them,But they laugh while they diedigging their own graveswe die, too, at peace without actions.
My New Challenge
Thirty days without soda and so far I haven't retreated to the comforts of carbonation. I feel better and today, my jeans glided on instead of being pulled and tugged while I contort myself into them. I have been trying to think of what to work on for my next thirty day challenge. I want …
Folk
I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Expressing Gratitude
Expressing Gratitude. The day that I interviewed for my first teaching job, I meet a red haired goddess who welcomed me to the school as if I already had the job. She probably had some inside information, but still I remember thinking after talking to her that I wanted this job more than anything in …
Day follows Day
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Dust to Dust – A Principle of Love
Lust fades - said Pops But Love is constant yet mutable It changes as it grows ~ each year Blooming more beautifully than the last Until this mortal realm returns it to the dust To fuel and fertilize another flower
Lucinda Rose 