
He Loves Me
copyright Erin Leary I climbed the weeping willow so she could cry with me. He loves me, he loves me not… were my tearful pleas. A little sprite rose up from the water and sang to me the truth of my … Continue reading He Loves Me
copyright Erin Leary I climbed the weeping willow so she could cry with me. He loves me, he loves me not… were my tearful pleas. A little sprite rose up from the water and sang to me the truth of my … Continue reading He Loves Me
There are mornings I wake and my world has taken on a new hue Sometimes my lovely roses and reds have given way to blue Everywhere I look I see the azure drops hanging so delicately With the gentle power of one exhale it comes down to cover me It envelopes me like the waves of the deep blue ocean It can also twinkle like the cerulean of my eyes Does it creep up from a place of sorrow and fall like tears Or does it bring hope like the sky that holds our dreams My thoughts go to the … Continue reading Tears From Cerulean Eyes
“I am so sleepy today.” “But you were sleepy yesterday as well.” “I know.” ******* She looks out the window while waiting for her tea to cool. She turns to set it down and then decides to climb back into bed. She pulls the blankets over her head to shut out the sounds. A battle between longing to be around others and yet the desire to be left alone. Tears fall from her eyes and stain the pillow. Eventually she falls to sleep and escapes reality. ******* Today she steps outside onto her balcony and the sun kisses her pale … Continue reading Sadness
Art work by me..Anja…of course *exhale* How did I get here? Where are you? You….are….gone I am standing in a down pour yet can’t feel a thing. It is as if life is passing me by. I am terrified and … Continue reading I Want You Back
Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas She dances across the stage of the forgotten theater. Dusty chandeliers and drapes laced with cobwebs surround her. Ancient floorboards creak as she sweeps over them, her feet design pictures in the dirt. … Continue reading Ballerinas Eulogy
She adjusted herself in the leather chair, trying to find comfort. All the questions, thinking back and peering back into memories she once buried was making her want to climb out of her own skin. “Are you okay?”, the psychologist … Continue reading Ink
“I don’t even know what I am doing anymore….” she whispered as her head hung down. Looking around her home, it was dark. It had been days before she had realized they shut her electricity off. As her stomach making … Continue reading Dear Diary
le Jardin by Max Ernst In the garden there is a place where dreamers meet. So wake beloved dreamer, wake…. Open your eyes he whispered to his sweet dreamer I will meet you in the garden where we will dance … Continue reading Rendezvous Dans Le Jardin
Her heart aches to give and receive love encased within an enchanted soul angelic eyes tender smile laugh that carries the fluttering of fairy wings A gentle spirit that commands your attention not for control or need just to be … Continue reading Her Heart Was Always Pure
Words hang upon my pink lips. ****** Sugared plum dreams in my mind. ****** Soft October rain cleanses my heart. ****** Butterflies of hope flutter within me. ****** Love within waits to be written. ****** “I’ll love you forever,” she whispered. Hemingway once wrote a story using 6 words. Continue reading Thirty-Six Memoir