Dark quiet room
Candles lit
Smell of winters kiss
Merlot overflow
Sipping slow
The taste of medium bodied bliss
Serenity
Ready to explore
Fantasy
Opening all those once closed doors
Excitement
Eager
Dreaming
The taste of freedom
Savory
Kiss me in the rain
Play with me in the snow
Dance until 2 am
Living
Letting go
Remembering the girl
Who use to be
Playful haha
Full of energy
Yes,
Back to me
😉 xoxo
My dream of his white shirt 😉
Shhhh….
Closing the door
I want more
Picking his white shirt off the ground
Smell of musk
He is nowhere to be found
Button down
Soft to the touch
Try it on
Lossen some
Coming undone
To the thought of how he must feel
Desire
Wrapped snug around me
Like a glove
Kissing the shirt with neutral lips
Hoping to savor
A simple taste
Of him
Losing control
Wanting to explore
The essence of this man
Whom i do not know
But need too
Lost in the dream
Eyes closed
OH NO
I hear the door
Dropping it to the floor
Will he smell my perfume
Shhhhh…..
I read labels on cans
old magazines, books
of all genre, street signs.
My fascination with reading
is limited only by porn
and even that I explored
a bit when I was young and foolish.
Letters, words, sentences, stories
people’s lives exposed on the page.
Why do we love stories
sad, happy
fear and tear
stories about other people?
I’m never without a book
in my hand or pocket,
eagerly waiting for
a checkout line, waits
in doctors’ offices,
naptime, any time I
can read for awhile.
Reading…one of life’s treasures
not enjoyed by all
but for me, a gift
beyond measure.
“I wonder if my words truly capture
everything you are to me.”
Out of all the pieces I’ve ever written, they never do justice. To my feelings. To my beliefs. To what my eyes have seen. All about you. I feel I always come up short. Why is that? I wonder. I always wonder if my words are enough. If they matter enough. If they can even come close to what I know to be real. If they can measure up to what you really are, and your magnificence. I wonder if my words truly capture everything you are to me.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
But I don’t mind trying until I get it right.
Eight days from someday
A quiet night on the cove
Beneath the eyes
Of a moon so high
With no mention of snow
—
A beach that’s living in my dreams
Perhaps it will come true
Eight days from someday
A time for me and you
—
Your blue eyes sparkle, and they shine
Reflecting like the moonlight
Off the gentle lapping waves
Paradise, awe… just right
—
But here we are awaiting
For that future to come true
Eight days from someday
And I’ll spend it all with you
I have a handwritten list of posts I want to write, things that are important. There is one that has been screaming at me for a long time, with yellow highlighter and a post-it note: “The Hundred Little Things.” It is the source of all that’s important, why everything we do is meaningful, whether we know it or not. It is the most important thing I learned in teaching. Oh boy, did I learn this.
A past parent visited me at school this week. Her boys are beyond college and doing well. She wanted to stop by, give me a Peter Rabbit cookie jar, and say thank you. Like the student alumni who stop by and cannot pinpoint what it is they remember, she was the same way. And I know why. It’s the hundred little things.
Do I remember everything I did with Adam? No. Does his Mom? No. …
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Take your medicine
it’s a hard pill to swallow
better to not commit the act
than have to accept the consequences.
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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.
This week’s prompt ~ Choice
(For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a winter landscape, with trees by a stream and rough stepping stones across it )
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One of the hardest things we do in life
Are the choices we make
Which path to take, which road to travel
If we had the foresight, like hindsight
The perfect clarity, with which we see
What we should have done or chosen
When we took that less-traveled route
Was it the right one or we went astray
But it is never so, is it?
The future yet unseen, unknown
Tests us and our resolve to the limit
We need to go out on a limb, trusting
In what we know and what we feel
And make the best decision that we can
~*~
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The Reluctant Poet 