Happy New Year 2016

Daddy wiped the tears and kissed my head

Solemnly he finally said

"no one is too young for a broken heart

True love grows bolder as we live and grow older"

He took my quilt, tightly covered me up

"The problem is, puppy love

... is  real to the pup!"       prp

Trinkets of a lifetime .....PRP (2012) 

My old wooden box still holds a treasure here or there,
A scratched up Beatles' single and a lock of mother’s hair,
The broken chain I yanked in two as I jerked it off my wrist
My Love beads, a silver cross, a scribbled Christmas list.

An ancient fading paper chain from old time chewing gum,
Now if you want some memories?.. I bet that thing swallowed some.
There ‘s my broken ballerina who lost a leg when I was 10!
I spent 3 long hours, teary eyed to make her whole again.

Trinkets of a life time …………
Carefully kept and heaven spent
Amongst them all I found your picture
and the scent of peppermint.

Why did Santa Choose Reindeer as his primary means of transportation?

Reindeer...

have always fascinated me...but Reindeer who fly? 

Now that's a character that ranks right up with Pegasus in my book.  I Suppose Santa would have to choose the hearty, cold weather enduring Reindeer, indigenous to the North Pole, over let's say..hmmmm...

The Pegasus! Could it be that everyone knew Reindeer were readily available in his neck of the glacier and semi-domesticated. Whereas, rounding up "8 miniature" Pegasus might pose serious problems with weather and ultra Horselike intelligence and all. How about Unicorns?  Oops I momentarily forgot Unicorns don't fly,

Dragons Dragons Fly!... oops They might be tempted to hoard all the Christmas goodies and "Light a fire"  and who wants to hit a angry Dragon with a long, tall , double shot from a fire extinguisher?

So that leaves Reindeer vs Pegasus..  Pegasus are so lovely, graceful and .... and ..however, there is that whole "Zeus possessiveness of his personal herd of Pegasus(es) ???"  issues and all. I'm sure that wouldn't end happily ever after.  But, then he is Santa Claus couldn't he just "sit right down and write himself a letter?"... hmmmm .... I guess Santa doesn't have a Santa Claus to bring him presents on Christmas Eve now does he? 

So Reindeer it is and as for flying?  I guess that was something that took Santa's veterinarian geneticists Elves some serious time and hard work.  Ho, Ho Ho!  Aren't you glad it all came together so nicely?

Next...my thoughts on the "How does Santa Deal with the "No Chimney" problem?

Aces, 8's and Shallow Tables

Aces, 8's and Shallow Tables                      (prp 2011)

Could you have played my hand....

Without the guilt of deception nor an admission of relentless regret?
Trace the shape of my cheek with the finger of your heart
sense what you desire most within reach of my eyes?

This time,  would you gamble more than a childhood kiss?

If you held your heart of hearts,
dealt in random..... as play in your hand –
to share with spades and clubs ..... perhaps leaving a diamond
as a sparkle in a winter’s night sky…….

for the turn of the river.

Could you float until a new dawn?
with a bet, that hand for hand we would finally change the luck
And chase away the calculating and capricious cold chill of fate with
a check in the dark?

Was there inevitable fear of a lesson learned from the laydown?
You held Aces and 8's
I folded, we let the chips fall where they may
For I already knew there was no gamble
it is possible

to love only you............. for my whole lifetime.

An apology to my Blog

A Permalink, Gidget, a widget,
I fidget...
all those I Know, but all I want
is to change the color of my FONT!

PRP (Nov. 3, 2015)

Go Figger! That would be Southern for "Good luck trying to understand this!"

     Figger this one out... why would an ophthalmologists' office give me a pair of "trial" contacts with 0 prescription and aren't my size? I don't think there are words on this planet that could adequately describe the level of my frustration towards the condescending woman who did this! First she was rude and condescending....but, I'm used to that. People have always ignored and treated me rudely.. Daddy said it was because I am so "perrty"... Mama said "Because you are not assertive enough"...  My Sister Pat says "It's because your an easy mark"!

     So, as I am ignored in stores, bars, restaurants I often begin to pretend I'm a ghost.  The Casper kind of course.... I neither look,, speak nor act out at such things as the RUDE people!!!! I just want to be your friend!!!  AHA yet the rude ones, the condescending ones like the glasses wench who have absolutely no idea in whose presence they are HAH. I could have been your Casper friend but NO! such cruel despicable wenches ...Who does she think she is, The Queen?  Oh Yeah, the Queen of wasting my time.  So I close my mouth, I smile and think... good advice things from my Mama.

    Yet, I sit there and say nothing quiet as a ghost...so she wins and ORDERS these useless pieces of plastic? Orders them special...just for me special.. sweet queen, thoughtful queen , QUEEN of CONTROL OF THE CONTACTS, special for me?...and NOW..I'm supposed to say "OH YEAH BABY, I LIKE'EM, YES, YES YES.... Thank YOU MORE MORE Order MORE!"... OH GRRRRRRRRRRRR...

     Why put them in my eyes?  I'll have to put my glasses on to find my face in the mirror... and  I understand I have only worn contact lenses since 1971... been through the entire evolution of the things...tried hard lenses, colored lenses, gas permeable...soft lenses...bifocal lenses...multi-focals, accuvues, opticon, bio something or another... so how could I possibly know I was just ripped off?

      Have they called me back?  OF course not, because I couldn't control my temper in my voice even after careful practice and planning and coaching by OH YEAH... Mr. Level field....LOL (my husband who can run through every scenario imaginable in infinite myriad dimensions of how I could have possibly been the one that screwed this up.  Oh No...Not QUEEN OF CONTROL OF THE CONTACTS!  Perhaps,...maybe...well I think it was the gritting of the teeth, the shaking phone and and and the flustered fluttering out of my head as I tried to re-boot my crashed computer of a brain.... I supposes I shouldn't have mentioned a copy of my prescription????  There's a new one... Go Figger!

Blue Sky in a Child's eye.....

Lying on my back, the cool, damp of green grasses caresses my skin.
When the wind blows, there is a rustle and a tickle.
I smell the sun. I share my sky,
In my dreams it is always with you.
Blue Sky in a Child's eye

Each cloud aggregates, mutates and disintegrates,
Bunnies, birds and dinosaurs evolve
into new species of imagination,
A cladogenesis of new characters and emotions.
Blue sky in a child's eye.

I wonder where you are and if your sky reveals the same sights,
The air, like sounds
And if the sun smells the same.
Does the grass tickle you too, when the wind blows?
Butterflies and dandelions drift as plankton in the air.
Blue Sky in a Child’s eye.

(I miss you)  PRP  (from "Cross my Heart  2011)

LITTLE WHITE LIES   (prp  2002)

You traded me for a white line I could not cross,
It seemed no loss
When breathing deep,
eluding sleep.

Although, unplanned,
the line was drawn here where I stand
A line longer than your love, wider than the sea
Dividing you farther and farther from me.

Wide awake? 
What was at stake for those open eyes that were no longer sleeping?
The deed stronger than your will
Consumes all you dream of still.
Was the barter made
one worthy of the keeping?


"Little White Lies" addresses a topic no one wants to "own".  Yet, everyone of us have been touched...sometimes SLAPPED by drug abuse.  We have lost loved ones, friends...made choices that destroyed our own pathways...burned bridges...ended relationships.  This poem explains the viewpoint of "collateral damage" those whose heart was broken by the choices of someone they loved.  An ultimatum was made.  Yet, both stood their ground.  The End.  Give this some thought.  Share it with someone who is choosing to draw that white line ....or is denying its existence with a little "white Lies".... prp

Albuquerque You... or What a wild ride

I do not have a poem, nor have I ever written a poem that is truly finished... Like the beautiful, creative, amazingly witty, down right funny Dorothy Parker said... "Time doth flit... Oh Shit!"...True Dat!.... so... as it flits... I get busy (or bored) and put a project down to be forgotten... sometimes... well .... Lets be honest ...sometimes it's years.  This poem began it's journey back in 2012 and I finished it today. It began like this.

"The hot dry wind whistled a soft whisper in his ear

whirling and unwinding a tiny wisp                                                                                                                   of unkempt sandy  hair.                                                                                                                                      He never felt it light upon his cheek.                                                                                                              Skin and hair fade into shade completing amber desert light

 How I longed to be the whisper in his ear all through the night."

This poem is a true story... accurate... (across the US in an RV...my husband was born in Albuquerque so we headed through there)  but it is not quite complete nor by any means the whole story... Do I believe all poems have to rhyme? ...of course not... my top two faves in the world.... "Echo" by Christina Rosseti and "The Storm" by Rod McKuen... don't rhyme... They are painted on a canvas with words...

So... a couple of years after penning the prose above... I pick up the computer looking for a quote from my one of my own poems...(I just don't understand why people think I can remember ALL of my poems, especially when I start them like that and they end up like this....) AND I stumbled upon this skeleton and decided to flesh it out a bit.  So I ended with this....

Every written thought is a journey to a crossroad.

Albuquerque You

Hot and dry, the desert whistled whispers in twilight

As tiny spheres scattered the sky ….to herald one more night.

Whirling and unwinding tiny wisps of sandy hair

Spiraled softly to his cheek and gently landed there.

He never felt it spiral, nor light upon his cheek

And a gust of wind stole way my breath, and I was fail  to speak 

Skin and hair fade into shade completing amber light

It was my heart of  whispers urging how to end the night.

The moon bore Pinion shadows in a cactus blossom sky

I savored their reflection in his Albuquerque eye.

He never felt it spiral, nor light upon his cheek

lips of sand and cactus hands  held all one needs to speak.

Oh and by the way...I first wrote  "Mesquite"....then my husband said (after I threatened to tie him to a chair and wallop him with a broom if he didn't listen)..... Pambo? Wouldn't "Pinion"...be a better choice.... I agreed and changed it again!