the pink river
for my heart to
You can find me
That time does not exist.
But it does
Even if I say no.
And grains of sand
I cannot hold
Stick to my weary feet.
Sleep eats my hours
Devours my moments
I awaken to find
Years and years
Lost to sleep.
Lost in a fog
I hide myself
Inside each day
Veiled by darkness
I embrace each night.
dont make good pets.
Here are a few of my favorite pics from my first fall in Vermont. The colors were incredibly vibrant and two weeks early. This was the view from my front door, for two weeks. My eyes, my soul and my cell phone camera were overwhelmed.
In the midst of my autumn
watching my colors turn
yellows, reds and golds.
When the last leaf dies
storms will throw their icy
weight upon this body old.
Snowflakes will drift and pile
the tree limbs will come down
when boughs fail to hold.
Gifted with four seasons and
it seemed a time so long,
yet quickly, my leaves turned gold.
I pray you remember me as autumn
dancing in the wind, swirling and
bursting with colors so vivid and bold.
I have howled mournfully at the Wolf’s moon,
knee deep in the snow of a frozen winter’s night.
Grieving the loss of my lover, the fantasy
of he and I tangled in white, cotton sheets,
touching for the last time his rough face
happy, content, in love, just an illusion.
It’s complicated, he growled
as he changed into the Wolf and fled.
I have howled, screamed and cried
wept tears that froze on my cold cheeks.
I have walked across a barely, frozen lake
stood at the edge of a rocky cliff,
searching for my Wolf in the darkness.
Offering up the bloody remains
of my heart to tease his hunger.
Surely, he didn’t forget the taste
Inspired by The Wolf Moon By Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet
The Wolf Moon
Picture Credit: Pics Art
Going to be 32 degrees tonight.
The sunflowers reach for the sun
they don’t know that the summer…
the summer is done.
Still bursting with tiny, green, closed buds
and the mother plant proudly presenting
the huge yellow sunflowers that I love.
It will only take one frosty night
and then my beautiful sunflowers
you will no longer be mine.
To the ground, to the ground
sunflower petals and seeds will fall
but I know…I know you will come back
shooting up in the spring, then
once more my sunflowers
you will be mine
until the first frost of fall.
Dream by Michelle Marie & Jeanne Marie, 2020
It’s so sad when summer goes away.
I thought if my love was strong enough
Maybe this time she would stay.
So, I chased the sunshine
I kissed the sunflowers
I danced with honeybees
I nurtured wildflowers.
I ran with the butterflies
I played in the sunshine
For hours and hours and hours.
I grew daisies and vegetables
And embraced the sun showers.
I woke each morning and chased the day
Then followed the sun’s departure
As daylight slowly drifted away.
I loved this summer like it was my first,
my last and everything in-between
and when the snow covers my windows
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll dream…
I’ll dream of summer.
Sweet Little Wildflower
By Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie
she rose above it
Have you ever noticed
when something triggers your sad
it seems to pull back the layers
of all the sads you buried
and a dozen old sads rise up in defiance
shouting out, What about me?
I’m still here. Look at me.
You buried me, you pushed me down,
but I’m still aching, what about me?
Shut up old sads.
You don’t belong here, not today.
I have enough to be sad about
in this present moment and
I don’t need a dozen selfish
old sads rising up in rebellion.
Go back to sleep old sads, hush.
You’ve already had your day.
I could give up cigarettes, coffee, sugar,
chocolate and probably even salt.
I could never let go of your memory
it’s locked securely in a hidden vault.
Yet, longings escape
like pink whispers
memories haunt me
old scars burn as
your caress lingers
lips tender on my skin
kissing the curve of my face
as you slow dance me
until you win my heart
just to walk away.
A fantasy fulfilled, too hot to hold
it dropped from my burnt fingers.
The way you made me feel, my kryptonite.
The dance ended, but the music lingers.
I’m a writer and Evernote Basic https://evernote.com/ (available for free from Google Play Store) holds my random thoughts safe until I want them back.
If I had to wait until I got home to my computer, my thoughts would be gone.
Paper notes pile up and get lost, and paper notebook articles never make it into my blog.
With Evernote, I can capture my creative thoughts before they disappear.
I can also sync two devices, which is super convenient. I use my phone and my computer.
Free apps, which work every time, are rare. I’ve paid for several that didn’t work at all.
I tried many other Android note apps before I found this program and I never found an app close to it.
Driving and writer’s flashes are handled quickly.
I pull over in the first, safe spot I see, and write what my muse wants me to and it’s safe from being instantly forgotten. This is also a great tool for when you’re moving, which I have done constantly, because you can write on your phone while on the road, and while you’re waiting for the internet company that never shows.
Evernote, you are always there when I need you, and I tell every writer I know to try your app. I’ve counted on you for over five years and you’ve been 1000 % dependable. You have saved hundreds of stories for me.
Thank you for providing the free app. I hope to be able to upgrade eventually.
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