Monthly Archives: February 2013

Relapse

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It’s not the blunder that burns me
but the failure to face the force of gravity
when your body slams into the floor.

Coincidental circumstance, you contend.

But I see a haunting hubris deepening deception,
ruptured reality masking a mangled mind,
struggling to sustain fractured friendships,
cautiously covering mounting misery,
and sinking sorrow.

How corrupted is your conviction
in avoiding this addiction?

Blogger Award

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I am excited and honored to share that this blog has been nominated for The Beautiful Blogger Award, by the talented and accomplished writer, Shawn Jones. I highly recommend you visit her wonderful blog to fully experience her varied genres of work. To get you started here is an example, a poem which is as playful as it is rhythmic:

The Real April Fool
by
Shawn Jones

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Here are the rules:

• Copy and place the Beautiful Blogger Award in a post.
• Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.
• Tell 7 things about yourself.
• Nominate 7 fellow bloggers for the Beautiful Blogger Award, tell them by posting a comment on their blogs.

7 fun facts about me:

1. I live in Lima, Peru.
2. When I’m not washing dishes, I play Spider Solitaire to relax.
3. I LOVE classical music, especially Mozart!
4. I used to want to be a doctor, until I discovered blood makes me woozy.
5. My daughters have me whipped.
6. I hate, detest, loath the poverty and injustice in this world. It leaves me hollow and breathless.
7. I believe in the power of prayer and leading by example.

The following bloggers truly inspire me and I encourage you to check out their extraordinary blogs:

1. http://wordsthatserve.wordpress.com/
2. http://georgeellington.wordpress.com/
3. http://ajsenior77.wordpress.com/
4. http://theparentingpassageway.com/
5. http://slamfestpoetry.wordpress.com/
6. http://lorilara.com/
7. http://magpieofkawaii.wordpress.com/

Enjoy!

Midnight

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clean dishesIt’s midnight on Saturday,
and I am washing dishes.

Warm suds caress my hands softly,
releasing the tension of a long day.

Silence tickles my ears,
as I Iet the memories of the crying, the whining, the protests,
melt into darkness.

I savor the delicious cool night air,
as it drifts in and out of my lungs.

Peace floats around me,
seeping into my soul.

Finally,
I am alone.