Posts Tagged ‘Journals’

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Poetry Wednesday

March 19, 2008

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I finally found a poem on a Wednesday!    Written on spiral notebook paper, yellow with age (over 25 years old now, I’m assuming), this is my entry for Poetry Wednesday.     I have no idea who I could have been writing about.   Perfect man?  Biggest fan?   

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Love is confusing,

or am I just confused

      that this is love?

Love can be bewildering

Or am I just bewildered

                                           about what it is I’m feeling?

On & on I love to talk

                                  of who I’m feeling for

And suddenly all I can do

                                                  about these feelings is ignore!

Not to jump too fast I say

(Althought he is a perfect man)

It isn’t love – “uh huh, no way”

I’m just his biggest fan

  

   

   

   

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Bits of Amusings… (aka “Hugging Steve Buscemi”)

March 11, 2008

A few tidBITS from a previous journal of mine that I found quite amusing

  Nov 15, 2001:

“Don’t ever live your life with ‘what could have been,’    
but rather with ‘what could be.’                 – some television show.  (lots of Fetzer Merlot…)hhhhhhhh

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  Feb 10, 2002:

“How much more fun life would be when you have more fun people in your life.”    Paraphrased from a conversation I eavesdropped while waiting for a plane in Atlanta.        [I didn’t write why I was in Atlanta and I don’t remember.   Must have been PeopleSoft training?]

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 Feb 18, 2002:

What has God been trying to tell me thru the events in my life.    [no question mark…]

“It’s not the blessings in your life that’s important; it’s your recognition of these as blessings.”

 hhhhhhhhhhhhh

  May 5, 2002:

Weird dreams of late.  One night, along dry terrain, new construction, a blonde with 3 kids, named Gracia or Barb.   Later, I think it was my friend Deanna.

Last night was a nightmare.  I was having a nervous breakdown in a grocery store:    Cancelling hair cuts, buying a gallon of milk.  Hugging Steve Buscemi.    [I like Buscemi!  I wonder if it was a nightmare for him rather than me?  too funny…]

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[the very next entry:  ]   June 13, 2002:

I’ts a T_day.   Can’t think of anything else to write…

  

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Bad Poetry Minute – You’ve Been Warned

January 15, 2008
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 Looking out the window

What do I see?

how is it different

       than a mere

reflection

Still Waters Run Deep

       still water

reflects like glass.

Glass of a mirror.

Do I even see through

              glass or

is what the mirror

reflects back a

                   perception or

                           reflection.

When to reflect,

is a contemplation

go over it once more

go through it

see through it

see – out there.

If I don’t know WHO

                                      I am,

                                                      who is looking

back at me?

from the reflection in my mirror.

 

  

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More from the past journals of my life…