Gloom hangs in the air this dawn.
Joy and lightness are missing.
The trees are dark, lining the lake,
their reflections in the water even darker.
The sun finally breaks through in the distance behind.
Its rays highlight clouds in a warm coral pink hue.
The birds begin to soar, and
the heaviness starts to lift.
April 27, 2021~DRM~
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My Wedgewood cup warms my hands.
The cream and brown sugar swirls around.
The citrus and lavender scent fills my senses.
I gently place the cup to my lips and enjoy a luscious sip.
Earl Grey Creme melts my stress away after another long day.
April 26, 2021~DRM~
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Swimming laps. I miss it. Since February of 2020, my toes have not touched a pool. When COVID-19 hit, all public gym activities ceased for me. I am about a month away from being able to head back…just need that final shot.
Shimmering water under the lights.
Lanes clearly marked. Flags draped across.
A quiet calm fills the air. Ripples form as I step in.
A refreshing chill travels up my legs. The water envelops me.
I dunk my head and silence takes over.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
Voices in my mind drown as I start to swim.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
My shoulders and back loosen up.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
Stress melts away as I relax.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
Calmness floats over me.
Touch, Flip, Switch Stroke.
Concentration returns to my form.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
Arms propel me through the water.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
Legs and feet work together, pushing me further.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Breathe.
Multi-color flags warn me of the upcoming wall.
Stroke, Stroke, Touch.
The cycle begins again.
April 25, 2021~DRM~
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The truth will set you free; the bitter truth stings while doing it. No one can change their past actions and mistakes, all we can do is learn from them and make changes and grow.
Peace to all who have had the patience with others navigating these obstacles when they are unable or refuse to see.
Crystal clear, the view is now. The head was playing tricks.
Crystal clear, the tears are now. Falling down swollen cheeks.
Crystal clear, the past is now. Memories are where they belong.
Crystal clear, the present is now. Without you, life goes on.
Crystal clear, the path is now. Only going forward, no more going back.
April 24, 2021~DRM~
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Eating away, emotions are tearing apart my heart.
Misinterpretations of intent, taking over my brain.
The body writhes in pain, unable to be freed.
Unable to separate truth from words and actions.
What started out as a nobel attempt to reconnect
Fails miserably after all this time.
Knowing the failure, now can I move forward,
forget it all, and not worry about being forgiven?
It was meant to build and to help,
instead, my foolishness destroyed it instead.
Maybe that will close the door,
finally let me go.
The excitement of driving a sports car is awesome….even for the most intrepid and cautious driver. You never know when they’ll bust out the sport mode!
Glasses, on.
Seatbelt, strapped.
Engine, revving.
Waiting for the light to turn green.
Sport mode, engaged.
Ready, Set,
GO!
Flipping through the gears,
20, 40, 60, more.
How fast can she go?
Thrown back in the seat.
Breathing heavy.
How long can I push it,
before I chicken out,
settling for a few over the speed limit?
April 23, 2021~DRM~
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Moonlight streams down through the clouds and the beams bounce across the ripples in the lake.
The quiet coo of a final dove settling in echoes through the night air.
She reclines in her adirondack as the cooled air settles in after a balmy Florida day.
The flames from the firepit warm her naked toes as she looks across the water.
She wraps her arms across her chest, her hands rubbing her arms to keep her warm.
She imagines what it would be like to be up north where the snow is still falling and the air is colder.
Bundled up by a raging fire and watching snowflakes drift down silently through the window.
Curled up and playing games or watching old movies as drifts build outside the door.
She wonders if she’ll make it there one day to enjoy it all.
April 22, 2021 ~DRM~
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Something short and sweet for a busy day. Enjoy.
The softest purrs come from my princess,
curled up against my leg, her head on my knee.
She is half awake, refusing to fall asleep.
Cuddled up tight and cute as can be.
April 21, 2021~DRM~
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Finding my happy place is never hard, but I just need time to get there, even if it is only in my mind. Anywhere in nature will do, the mountains, the beach, trails along a lake, a garden or some other beautiful place. Today I highlight one of my favorites, the beautiful white sand beaches on the West Coast of Florida.
The wooden bridge creaks under my sandaled feet.
Weathered and aged, I remember when it was new.
I step out of my sandals and onto the sand,
walking towards the turquoise waters.
Sea grasses and sea oats line the path of pure white,
as if it were a passageway to another world.
A gentle breeze lifts up dragonflies flying in the wind.
The air is salty on my lips, the sand is soft powder on my feet.
I dip my toes into the gently lapping waves.
It transports me to a place of calm; I finally start to breathe.
April 20, 2021~DRM~
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I have been drawn to daggers ever since I walked through a store in Downtown Disney, before it was Disney Springs, back in the 1990s. I own none, but I keep looking to find the perfect one some day. Until then, my Wonder Woman sword letter opener will have to do.
The cold steel hilt fits perfectly in her hand.
Its curved cross-guard forms
gracefully around her grip
as if it were made specifically for her.
The hilt holds a moonstone on the pommel,
surrounded by rubies and aquamarines.
The etchings in the grip gleem against grey steel,
swirls upon swirls, a thing of beauty, with
symbols she does not understand.
She is drawn to it all the same.
April 19, 2021 ~DRM~
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