Memory Lane

Lately I have been connecting with my family and friends not that we don't stay in touch or connected, we do but on Facebook there is a sense of fun and community on a different level.

I had tried it a year or so ago but it didn't really seem like my kind of thing. And then all of my siblings and my TeTante (Aunt to those of you not from Louisiana) and Uncle and cousins and friends were all going on about how much fun they were having with each other. So I crept back over.

I have been having such a blast because they are all posting old pictures some going back to the late 1800's of family and friends and the running commentary on some of the pictures has been hilarious, poignant, bittersweet, heartbreaking, thought provoking and also causes introspection.

The pictures just brought back such good memories of times when life wasn't such a struggle. You know... Youth...

So I thought why not put some of them up here just for fun so that my friends that stop by here can have a chuckle or two or share a memory with me.

I suppose I am also trying to reconnect with ME as well. Trying to find that girl, young woman and woman that managed to manage so well at life.

This is from my Mothers 50th Birthday party. She passed away two years later but we had a blast at her party.

Time is Up

Another stall another delay
The clock stopped ticking

No more flights of fancy

Whispers.

It was just another whisper in the dark
I stopped again to hear the words
And finally heard the lie
I turned around to look behind.

And discovered the past for what it was
I heard the tumble of words upon words
whispered in the dark
Words which were always lies
Heard again promise after promise
never meant to be kept

Alone each could find a way to be denied
Each could slip into disguise
shrouding the truth
behind the dark whispered lie.

I saw what they had built
Together layered one upon the other
like twisted vines choking and strangling
they became loves funeral pyre.

Whispered softly - that one last lie
Striking me like a flint
Creating a spark that bloomed
and became the fire.

Flickers of flame danced like faires freed
Swirling - leaping skyward
each one whispering "now you see"

Leaving at the end - only ashes
Blown away by the whisper of truth
I turned around and walked away
Whispering softly with a smile

Never let the lie beguile...
res2009 ©

First posted March 14 2009

The Clock is ticking...

As the time winds down
the truth will out
nothing so simple
as a little pout.

The clock it ticking
Your time is running out.

Waiting for

The Truth
which was never there
before
Waiting for
an even score.

Playing field cleared
debris removed
words tinged with deceit
ashes of trust at my feet
swimming
in a pool of tears

revenge isn't sweet

Tears of a frozen heart...

Manhattan at Last

photograph by Jay Winer


Well, it wasn't the move I expected - What ever truly turns out as you expect? Oh I suppose some things are exactly what you expect. But expectations now that is another thing. Anyway...

Out of Connecticut - into Manhattan and always keeping an open mind for the next adventure. Or maybe just the next cup of coffee.