Welcome Reader:

Whether you've just now tuned in to my life, or have been keeping up with my inner thoughts for quite some time now,
I welcome you.

Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.

As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.

By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...

...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.

Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.







Sunday, February 6, 2011

FIGMENTED MEMORY



(Photo by Lisa Allen-Kennard)

OH...THE SNOW OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL,
BUT TO ME IT'S SO DELIGHTFUL,
BECAUSE I'M CURLED UP BY THE FIRE AND THEE,
WITH YOUR FACE LIT BY LOVE, AND OUR TREE!

AS I MAKE A MEMORY BOARD FOR DISPLAY,
YOU'RE OUTSIDE YELLING 'COME OUT & PLAY!'
BUT I'M BUSY WRAPPING PRESENTS YOU SEE,
SO ON CHRISTMAS MORN THERE'S PRESENTS FROM ME...

MARTHA STEWART CAME BY YESTERDAY, I KNOW,
TRUDGING THROUGH THE ICE & SNOW,
TO HELP ME DECORATED OUR HOME,
AND MAKE OUR WORLD TOGETHER SHALOM!
AS I LOOK AWAY FROM MY MEMORY BOARD
THE COLD AND THE DARK CUT ME LIKE A SWORD,
BECAUSE THIS HAPPILY GLITTERING TREE
IS A FIGMENT OF MY MEMORY.

WHILE SNOW PILES UP OUTSIDE
I WEEP AND MOAN AND HIDE,
FOR CHRISTMAS IS NOW TRAGEDY,
AND HOLY HELL FOR THE LONELY...
(WOW, THAT TOOK AN UNEXPECTEDLY TURN!)
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