My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

0 Finding the Words

posed fingers,
ready to unleash
the words that torment,
await the heart

beating heart,
ready to be touched
with sweet tender words,
holds it's breath

stunted breath,
ready to exhale
pent up fear and pain,
fingers type

1 haiku: Snow Kissed

snow kissed branches pose
for the camera they've donned
their poor man's toupee

tongue is stuck far out;
arms spread wide to winter's day;
just to be snow kissed

a colleague sent out an email yesterday about the 'beautiful day' and everything was snow kissed.  i loved the imagery it sparked...thus the theme for these two haiku.

pondering whether i should change "their poor man's toupee" to "their winter toupee"...for some reason i feel the need to include the season...but i think i'll let it stand as is for now..."snow kissed branches" and "a poor man's toupee" just popped out of my head at the start...connecting them was the trick.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

0 Self-Doubt Exit Left

Three!  In one day?  He shook his head at the thought.  His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he let the truth of his overactive imagination.  He gritted his teeth, as he pushed the negative thoughts aside.  Yes!  Three in one day!  He nodded in agreement with his statement.  I'm worth that.  If not more.  His gripped loosened; his teeth unclenched.  A sigh escaped his lips as the road before him came back into focus.  Somewhere deep within him he could feel the small spark of change begin.  His new years resolution to keep himself open to the possibilities that his self-deprecating self continually pounded into pulp was not going to be easy.  The moment he had made the pledge to himself to be less hard on himself and try to push past his fear and apprehensions about himself, he knew it would be a bumpy road.  But he needed to stop looking at the potholes in the road and focus on the other vehicles, the slew of exit and entrance ramps, the scenery that surrounded him, and possibilities that lay ahead.  Today he took his eyes off the road and looked at the signs and three was just the beginning.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

4 One Night, No Regrets

she wore the taint of last night's escapade
with pride
crumpled clothes; missing unmentionables
an accolade
she could have primped and preened
plausible deniability
washed her face; reapplied makeup
make pretend
instead she walks the walk openly
and willingly
the sway of her hips; the blush of her cheeks
tell all
she meets the eye of  all she passes
and smiles
savoring every minute; tasting every sweet moment
over again
when she looks back on this night, it shall be
with no regrets

wasn't really sure at first what i wanted to do with today's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>plausible, taint, willingly]. my first thoughts were a bit negative; i mean can you really turn taint into something good?  but then...  so instead the first line popped on my drive home (where i do most of my good thinking) and i thought how well i could twist it to fit Poetic Asides' Wednesday Poetry Prompt.  thus after a little finger tapping and some idea twisting, inspiration took form...

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

0 Crushed Possibilities

for a short blissful moment
like a laugh
i float on air
drinking in the possibilities

it's so easy to forget
like a bubble
waiting to be popped

when the memory returns
like a tidal wave
my feet are swept
out from beneath me

for a short blissful moment
i walk on water
it's so easy to forget
then undertow sucks me down
when the memory returns

Sunday, January 2, 2011

1 resolutions

i've decided this year not to make any resolutions.  i feel like a resolution is like setting myself up for failure.  they tend to be too big...too unobtainable.  resolutions are about goals and is easy to not meet a goal or object...even if you manage to make headway, it does not necessarily mean achieving.

so instead, i'm thinking of setting up some rules for myself.  i'm not really sure how to explain the difference between this and resolutions, except for that they don't have a specific measurable goal at the end.  they may together take the ultimate shape of a resolution, but they don't have the same accountability or ultimate failure factor.  yes, i may find that once in awhile i might break one of my rules, but we all break the rules once in awhile.  the key is to do the best to adhere to the not stray from the path.  Plus, breaking a rule is a small act.  Not meeting a resolution feels more monumental.   

thus far, i have only one.  i working on another...right now i'm in the midst of tearing apart from being a resolution to a rule.  we'll just have to wait and see how well that turns out.