while I ache |
Days fly by,
one slides into the next
as the season changes,
while I ache
in anticipation
of the road ahead.
Time lapses
and I am behind
this worldly game.
Caught up in
daily activities
as life pass... Posted by kristine on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 05:20:00 PST |
hushed by silence |
Time collapses in upon itself,
world within world
void upon void,
and I am hushed
by the silence,
the music of the spheres
mastery of math
and secret equations.
I am hidden behind your door
looking ... Posted by kristine on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 04:43:00 PST |
Hope and renewal |
Hope returns,
it lightens the day,
bringing rays of promise,
as the light comes in.
It chases all the shadows away.
A new path is forming,
unexpected it arises
and life takes on a new form.
Soon all... Posted by kristine on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 01:01:00 PST |
small friends |
Morning begins.
Impatient footprints
gather around me
as the sun smiles
upon my home.
Small friends
with pink noses
and pink tongues,
waiting for me,
keeper of the can opener,
bringer of fresh water... Posted by kristine on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 04:48:00 PST |
Standing true |
The courage to stand alone
I've given it great thought
And I refuse to be
Anyone but myself
If I act alone
On foolish thought or deed,
Or cling to a reed of hope
I myself might still find me
Not some... Posted by kristine on Sat, 11 Oct 2008 01:53:00 PST |
Fall |
Fall comes and reaches the tiniest of tendrils
round the early morning desert sun.
For a moment the heat lays dormant
and a brush of pure refreshment
blushes through the doors
on sunlit wings.
Natur... Posted by kristine on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 03:45:00 PST |
My Father’s drinking....next part |
So any way, back to my Dad. My Sister and I loved to make fun of my Father's drinking. Actually it was more of a coping mechanism for my Sister, me? I went along for the ride. My Sister would make up... Posted by kristine on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:15:00 PST |
My Father’s drinking part 2 |
He really fit the profile in those days in the role of the model drunk. This was during the sixties so drinking was still the rage and the image of a drunken man was seen as affectionat... Posted by kristine on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 12:02:00 PST |
My Father’s drinking part 1 |
My Sister and I always made a joke out of my Father's drinking. He was not a mean man in any sense of the word, not even plastered out of his mind. When my parents were still together you coul... Posted by kristine on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 05:29:00 PST |
Summer camp 3 |
The woody was black with wood paneling and I was thrilled to be joining the upper grades of society. We would sing songs on the way to camp and I would laugh and giggle in the back seat. Whenever we ... Posted by kristine on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 01:16:00 PST |