Shut it

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Is this all it is?

Is this all it is?

Is this all it is?

She’s asked the question in the silence of the night, in the dew touched mornings while looking out at all she acquired-  sliced orange, bagel and tea, little birds taking the nectar from the blossoms of the porch. She has everything we aspire to create- home, hearth, health.

Not enough, the languorous moments, times of celebration, family who loves, sometimes with envy all that has been birthed in this princess fashion of a life.

Starter lives grown inside white picket fences, dragonflies fly, hummingbird hum, chrysalis shines. See her mouth open to the sky, she dances only when she’s alone.

Little time invested in the calendar of living, she’s  counted the hours, the minutes, the turns of the earth. Shameless and ungrateful, still stubborn-ugly, seeking something to tell her she’s arrived.

Cries, ceaselessly wanted –until she’s craving escape.

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Feed my mind. Feed my mind. Feed my mind. Before I eat up your heart and spit out your years. 

#for Reticent Mental Property. September 27, 2016.

 

Making Good Time

 

pinterest 17Loveblind is my time,

It does not see the face of the clock,

It does not beat to the rhythm of urgency that runs

the desk over my office chair.

It believes, for the tiniest of moments,

in fable and fairytales

where fate is vanquished and only good karma sweeps

over Ogres and incivility.

Protected,

gated, barred, shut down

sheltered was my heart

by the precious seconds

of this fantasy.

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It is good to believe. We made that happen. We did. We. Did. 

.for RetMP. Images courtesy of the web.

 

 

Carry On

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Above all, I will remember the discussions of Kundera; admonition on the difference between understanding feminism and being pc; the contrast of stillness to a sharp awakening; the quest to put admirable lessons into the memories of our muses.

And at my end, the hope for pews full of know-ers who have spent time and words with my head and heart over the many years, will bring no one comfort.

I will remember to never settle for less than a knee-weakening kiss.

I will remember the the awareness of how little I knew, once.

And I walk on, committed to authentic living, without causing needless pain.

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It is a false prize to keep count the notches- unless we call them lovers and they see themselves as such. 

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#For Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.

 

 

 

Quote day- Catton

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJO_n-gg34w

Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.

Eleanor Catton Happy birthday, Eleanor Catton! Her 2013 novel, The Luminaries, is the longest book ever to win the Man Booker Award, but that’s not the only record she holds. Catton is also the youngest author ever to take home the prize.

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Make things happen. 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Images and link to video courtesy of the web.

Write, Damn it.

RMPprovo

It’s not true that all the good writers, creative writers are drunks or doing drugs or a bit mentally unstable/depressed etc….that’s just the statistic some use to defend how few break thru the numb, the writing block, the non-feeling part that keeps expression limp and silent. – Ret, 2015

# for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web

Inhaled Over Oysters

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 A re-post of a favorite from about a year ago. Kisses- Ret

Lyrics to Besame Mucho :

Besame,

besame mucho

como si fuera ésta noche

la última vez

Besame, besame mucho

que tengo miedo a perderte

perderte después

Besame,

besame mucho

como si fuera ésta noche

la última vez

Besame, besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte después

Quiero tenerte muy cerca
mirarme en tus ojos
verte junto a mi
Piensa que tal vez mañana
yo ya estaré lejos,
muy lejos de ti

Besame,
besame mucho
como si fuera ésta noche
la última vez

Besame, besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte después

Besame,
besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte despues

que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte despues…

(gracias a Yolanda por esta letra)

Besame Mucho Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

kiss me
kiss me many times
as if this night
was our last time

kiss me
kiss me many times
because I’m so afraid to lose you
to lose you later on

I want you close to me
and to look at myself in your eyes,
to see you next to me.
Think that maybe tomorrow,
I will be far, very far from you

kiss me
kiss me many times
as if this night
was our last time

kiss me
kiss me many times
because I’m so afraid to lose you
to lose you later on

Oh.my. (fanning herself)  He had such sensual tastes in his music.

#for Reticent Mental Property

5A.M.

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This is a repost from almost a year ago. Same sensual ease exists but the perspective sees the tarnished truth; the blurred lines where he was solid and strong.- Ret

 

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The heavy sleepy scent in your hair finds me first.

Then your cheek, warm and still searching for return to your pillow presses to mine.

Slumber falls away though your mouth hasn’t yet crossed the rim of your favorite coffee mug.

The dew wets my toes. The announcement of a new day begs for our attention. The dogs are running in the yard, all silliness and play, muzzles throwing bones to the trees.

But I feel only the length of your arms circling my waist, your body asking to take mine.

You seek only the curve of my hip and the tender swelling of my interest.

You have silently arrived, unpretentious and kissing my neck, yours an unsung movement overlooked by poets and those who worship the rise of the sun.

Though I am surprised at your embrace I immediately feel at ease and lean back, settling into the lines of your form.

My lips yield to yours.  And again.

And yet Again.

We sway together, murmurs of good morning exchange between kisses.

My back presses to your chest and I know you have me- solid and strong.

Your presence fills me with longing-  for a hundred days of sunrises and the smallest measure of shared spaces.

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The days were not made for wasting. They are to be filled with more than dreams. 

#for ReticentMentalProperty. Images courtesy of the web.