A Sweet Saturday

•September 18, 2010 • Leave a Comment

It’s Healing Time

•September 11, 2010 • Leave a Comment

The day started out beautifully, like many when I set out for my daily bike ride.  I was heading over to a friend’s place for a home cooked curry.    We spent the afternoon playing chess and sharing old theatrical stories and shows that we had the privilege to share.   We chatted about me moving on past a horrendous divorce and that I finally had landed on my feet with a great new apartment of my own (fireplace and all)   With a full belly and a smile on my face, I got back on the bike and headed down to the Lakeshore Drive bike path for my power cycle home.  The sun was shining, the sky was velvet and I was cruising.

Then I was HIT and I was flung out onto the highway with my bike flying 6 ft the other way up the bike path.  Time had stopped, and before I knew what had happened I had landed on my butt with my left hand breaking a fall from a bit of a height.  I started to giggle and from what I was told I was going into shock.  My immediate reaction was to ask the driver where he was from;  he replied “Mars”  !

After the initial shock had worn off both the man who hit me and his passenger came to my aid.  I didn’t feel that I was hurt, or perhaps didn’t realise that I was.  After they picked up my broken bike and drove me home (a block from home) they apologized so much I was beginning to feel guilty.  The gentleman had given me his name and number, insurance etc.  Because he was headed back to his hometown which actually turned out to be a town outside Pittsburgh and not the planet I ended up laughing and then settled down on the bed in my flat.

A few hours later I could not walk on my foot, and my wrist was swollen like a football.  I proceeded for an emergency dept pumped full of painkillers and without much delay I was told that I had broken my foot and  my wrist.  I had also cracked my tailbone, and one of my hips was an inch out of alignment with the other one.  Off to the casting dept, I choose a neon pink cast for the arm, and a denim for the leg.  Well at least I was trying to make light of this agonizing pain.

Try using a pair of crutches with a cast on one of your arms.  Eight weeks continued with lawyers, police and several doctors appointments.  So began the process of suing the insurance company for injuries.   I told would be with me and leave me in chronic pain for the rest of my life.  Just when things were coming together, it was the therapy, an hour each way and constant doctor’s appointments that left me feeling down, and depressed.  I was faced with pain that was all but impossible to deal with.

TO BE CONTINUED

For Marko

•July 4, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I LOVE THE WAY WE DANCED THE NIGHT AWAY
OUT OF ONE HOUSE AND INTO ANOTHER.

YOU MY BEAUTIFUL PARTNER
WONDERFUL FRIEND
WE’VE COME THROUGH A BATTLE
AND GROWN MORE IN LOVE AND STRONG.

YET AGAIN
I LOVE THE WAY YOU WERE LAYING IN
THE START OF OUR HEALING GARDEN
THE CATS IN THE GRASS.

MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE
I KNOW WE WERE DEFINITELY
BUILT TO LAST!

Spring

•April 19, 2010 • Leave a Comment

THE FIRST FULL MOON OF SPRING
THE EARTH WARMS
THE SUN DANCES OVER SMALL FLOWERS
THAT PEAK THROUGH
A NEW GROUND WITH PROMISES OF
PERFECT PURPLE AND BRILLIANT BLOOM.
BUDS OF NEW LIFE ARE EVERYWHERE
SMELLS FRESH WITH GREEN
AS SMALL BUTTERFLIES ARE DRAWN
TO THE SWEET SCENT CALLED
A NEW BLOOM OF SPRING.

Dreams

•January 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Cigarettes, and thoughts
of you
Seems like they are driving
Me mad
I can’t hide,
because I want
to let you know
I can’t decide,
This pain never far
Like the fly casting shadows
On the wall with your image
It’s amazing your spirit
So here first light
and my heart pounds
To your memory etched
into my conscious and semi
So sweet does the day begin
And you are everywhere
enveloping my heart
My soul, all I want to
Say
Enjoy this and every day
Until I put you back to sleep
When my eyes close
And into my dreams you come
This and every day shall
Be perfect
Complete

FROSTED PANES

•December 20, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Frosted panes
Tell of a cold night
Chilling my heart
As I awake to a
Cold foot.
I’m alone
I’m missing you
But remembering
The warmth of your voice
The comfort of your laugh
I’m hot, but my skin cold,
Closing my eyes
You are here
With me
Under covers, bodies pressed together
As one.
Your hand reaches for my cheek
A caress that thaws
With a gentle kiss
To sweetly send me back to
MY DREAMS……………………

All the Things

•December 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Such a cold night
Many warm thoughts of you
Under the covers and cuddled with cats
I still feel that essence I know
I love
Only you.
The fireplace reminds me of burning desires
The comfort reminds me of our friendship
The honestly, openness I have come to trust
Love and share.

Such a cold night
And I’m missing you
My thoughts and feelings
Run racing back for you
I stare at shadows dancing on the ceilings
And realize I can’t live without you
And the love I feel only seems to grow
It blooms and expands
Like the comforting touch of your hands.

Such a cold night
And off to dreams of all the things
You bring out in me
Our karma, are fate are sealed
With more than just rings……
Another phase another season
I learn to love and adore you
I don’t need anything
BUT YOU
The only, the most, important reason!

 
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