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Jessie J - Price Tag ft. B.o.B.

2011-03-23T09:45:00.000-04:00

Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts Official Video

2011-02-21T18:09:00.000-05:00

New Projects

2010-12-04T15:54:00.000-05:00

I have been very absent from the internet world of late. A good thing ... I have been busy in the real world with a number of projects. Some are of the sort I generally share here, while others are completely new.

After much consideration I have decided to challenge myself by sharing one of my projects here.

I have been a martial artist for about ten years. I have a black belt and have loved training. Not long ago an injury I have had for quite a while became a barrier and I was not able to train at all. A bit over a year later I am about fifteen pounds over my "fight weight" and not at all in the shape I once was. The injury, now under control although still lingering, is at a point where I can return to the gym. So ... my new project is me.

I am going to share where I am throughout the process of my return to training. I must confess the motive is rather selfish. I hope it will help keep me honest. In addition, I hope to entertain or perhaps inspire. I don't expect it will be easy. I am 43 years old and the injury I referred to is a rupture of three of my cervical discs. I know I am not unique. So many struggle with weight and injury and finding the time to properly take care of themselves, particularly here in the U.S. All the more reason to get moving and share the journey.

Start Weight: 149 lbs

Goal Weight: 125 lbs

Height: 5ft 5in

Throughout the process I will be posting photos as well as weight updates and measurements ... ugh ... I will also share the more abstract ... the ups, downs and more important part of the process ... how I feel, how I connect and what it all means to me. Anyone reading this who has any connection with martial arts know it isn't just about the body. It is about the whole person; Mind, Body and Spirit.

Welcome to my journey of spirit ...

2010-09-29T12:07:00.000-04:00

Just having a little fun with my camera and aperture ... the bike in my yard reminded me of when I was a kid and my sister and I used to go out for the day on our bikes.

Remember what old photos used to look like? I love that quality present in an old photo that can bring you back, not just to a moment, but to a time in your life when things were just so much more simple.

New Poetry

2010-08-08T18:56:00.000-04:00

I have added a new piece to my web site ...

Coffeehouse Poets

Grab your coffee and your keyboard ... have a read and please add your thoughts ...

Smoking Popes Need You Around Video

2010-07-13T20:21:00.000-04:00

Road ... Trip

2010-06-12T17:19:00.001-04:00

You can tell a lot
About a place
By reading the signs
Along the road;
Words of the people,
Social commentary
If you will ...
Thousands of years from now
Some anthropologist
Will read the signs ...
Smiling oranges,
That dance ... $1.00 per bag
Complete with a view
Of a 13 foot alligator
Lunch at the Risque Cafe ... Buffet
Open 24 hours
For fresh Florida
Listen! to the word of God ...
And follow it ...
Down the narrow road
to the XXX supermarket
And the Traveler's Inn
Near the Hopeful Church

High speed ... Internet
At the camp grounds
And the Econo Lodge
Ole Time Country Buffet
Not so risque over there,
Jut cozy ...
Exit ahead
Lotta' melons on that road,
Held in place
By nature's hammock
The Jesus Fish,
Hangs above the cows
That graze ... near the Super 8
A Christian place
Babies in Disney tee shirts
Watch from Cars
As the parade goes by ...

What will they think
Of us ...
Thousands of years from now?
Smitty's Western Store
Strippers next to the Church of God
And Krystal's, Hardee's
Bob Evans and a picture of a fetus
Begging for it's life ...

They will think us mad,
If you ask me ...
How could anyone be sane
In the face of such
Contradiction?

~ Dawn ~

Web Site

2010-04-18T20:29:00.000-04:00

I will soon have a new web site that will contain a blog. I am not leaving blogspot but may be posting links to my main site in place of regular posts from time to time.

My new site is:

www.coffeehousepoets.com

and it should be active by Tuesday April 21, 2010.

~ Dawn ~

Winter

2009-12-08T22:09:00.001-05:00

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
The hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. [1]
The most determined – save man and yet
For all of our determination,
We still awe and wonder at the lessons of the sea.
Of all there is to know; we know nothing
The secrets of the sea held close
By Venus among the fishes.[2]
Determination – will run riot, in we that wonder,
Is in the netherworld, peaceful and steady.
They say the sea is cold, yet in its depths
There is inspiration – perseverance,
Beyond the human right …
We can watch – hope
That in resolve there is for us a message,
We are humble;
In the wildest of things
There is peace
In their most urgent moments
There is hope
They say the sea is cold
Yet in the fathoms there is love
That cannot be measured.

1-2 Quote-Whales Weep Not! D.H. Lawrence

A Long Day into Night

2009-09-02T23:41:00.005-04:00

It has been without a doubt

A long day -

The details, while unimportant, were endless

And continue still

Into the night

That too will not end.

Those things I thought I knew

Where an illusion that shrouds me still

But now it is dark - no longer do I have sunlight

To aide my hope

That this long day

Will end well

I fear it will not end at all.

Should I die tonight?

Be reborn by day … different -

Immune?

It maybe too late for that

If it is … I don’t want to think about it

I should hope for more fairness

Than that.

I close my eyes

Pray for sleep - long dreamless sleep

That I should wake to a better day

Or at least …

Acceptance.

Going Home

2009-09-02T23:37:00.001-04:00

What is my relationship with the present moment? … I am on a plane. The air is cold and the smell of a plane distinctive. My eyes are a bit heavy and beginning to feel a bit like sandpaper from the dryness in the cabin. The vibration under my feet tingles a bit in a pleasant sort of way. The engine noise is a rush that is more violent than air. Dim light fills the cabin and spot lights halo the seats of some. Shall I close my eyes? I am warm … wearing a sweatshirt … comfortable but for the aches of sitting that will be for a bit longer. I breathe … in and out … smell the wine of my neighbor… And feel.

Sadie Passing By

2009-09-02T23:31:00.004-04:00

Salty Sadie – homeless lady,

Where does your garden grow?

The seashells sell

From the place you dwell

So very far below –

When once you sang

And church bells rang

Around the home you held

Now the wind your walls

Your tales enthrall

The seabirds you befriend

The world walks by

Your lullaby

O hearts that never mend …

Sweet Salty Sadie – homeless lady

Talk with me a while

I cannot fly

And won’t walk by

Into the passing sun

In your eyes

The lullaby

Has a hopeful end

That only once

To one to trust

And break the endless trend.

James' Return

2009-06-23T11:46:00.006-04:00

James is home and had the experience of a lifetime! He really enjoyed every minute of his trip. The tour company was not the best so the teacher, Joe Rockelmann, is looking for a new company to work with for next year. That aside it was a great time for all. James did not do a very good job of taking pictures [16 year old boy ... need I say more.] but we do have a few. I have posted the only one with him in it.

Thank you to everyone who helped James to have this wonderful experience!!

John Doe

2009-06-11T16:02:00.002-04:00

Four women cried at your feet.
After a search they feared
Would yield nothing -
Compelled by a common debt
To a nameless man -

They knew your face,
Your frame,
Your voice -

As the tears fell,
Sure they had found you ... John Doe -
You had a face your mother hardly knew,
Your frame was no longer the pillar
That had held the world at bay,
Your voice was forever silent -
Yet they knew you

They had heard your last words
Those words had given them
A new fate -
That sealed yours

September is forever changed -
Especially for a New Yorker,
An American,
A human -
But is it?

Each year - as it passes -
The human condition that has kept us
Racing the Jones'; Running with the rats; consumed
Creeps closer -

When did December return -
Another page on the calendar?
Will September too become
Just another marker in the passing of time?

What of the four lives -
You died to save?
Did their tears dry -
Only to leave their eyes
As they always were -
Or do they live!
Each day with you in front -
Holding the door frame,
Passage to a new fate ...
That sealed yours
I would like to think they do
But as I look ... at the streets
I can not help but doubt -
The flags are gone -
I fear the lessons of forgetting.

~ Dawn ~

Will Not

2009-04-08T16:07:00.004-04:00

Profess to me
My love
Devotion
Knowing well
I will not squander your care

Profess to me
Words of love
Knowing well
I will not make light your gentle expression

Commit to me
Your heart
Knowing well
I will not do it harm

Commit to me
Your soul
Knowing well
I will not take, what is not mine to have

Show to me
My love
Your passion
Knowing well
I will not turn away

Show to me
That you are ...
My love
Knowing well
That I want you
And that will not
Change

~ Dawn ~

"Doors of Perception"

2009-04-02T00:58:00.003-04:00

"Breathing without returns to a starting point, without recurrent ebbs but only a repeated flow from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning" ...
So is my breath
When in your arms;
The smell of your skin
Is intoxicating
And inescapable;
Without movement there is transition
From this tangible place
Where breath is measured
And sound is a tortuous reminder
Of the earthly plane to which we are bound
To a heightened beauty
Beyond any corporeal meaning

~ Dawn ~

Ignorance

2009-04-01T20:36:00.003-04:00

That there is to all things
A season
Seems clear ...
We enter the world
Live among it's colorful residents
Carve out a place
A season
Within the season
Of humanity ...

What leaf am I
And how do I know
My color

I can not judge it
By my age
Ones younger than I
Have fallen away
Some older
Pray for winter

I can not judge it
By my accomplishments
The depth and breath
Of such things
May not be known
While I remain
to be the witness

Each day I spend
I walk ignorant
My moment of existence
So unknown

All that I know
Or profess to know
As the seasons pass
Is in fact nothing
Nothing at all

~ Dawn ~

James is off on his first adventure abroad!

2009-03-02T11:55:00.003-05:00

My son James is going to be leaving the country for the very first time and needs a little help.

James began taking German in school this year and really loves it. His teacher, Mr. Rockelmann, has arranged a trip to Germany for the class through EF Educational Tours. James very much wants to go but of course such things come at a cost... $2,900 to be exact.

Any contribution toward James' trip will be greatly appreciated!

Danke!

Inspired by the Rock Man

2008-12-30T08:18:00.003-05:00

October 31, 2008

"These thoughts are a bit simple –

Maybe it is the altitude – but

They are pure, sincere, and beautiful …

Simply I love you and want you"

And in but simple words

There exists,

The movement

Of one soul

To another -

A past into a beginning

A lie into a truth

A desire …

Turned into a prayer,

To manifest

From an ember -

Into a flame

That consumes all

But destroys nothing.

There exists a breath,

Stopped …

With the reading

Of simple words;

For in the most simple

Of words … there is love;

Not shrouded by fear

Made dizzy by the altitude …

Of loving

In a new way

Simple …

Bless me with simple words

Each day that breath is with you;

Love me -

Want me -

Have me -

For I am simply …

Taken.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:14:00.001-05:00

Slip Slow

Slip slow beneath me;

I want to watch your face change

With each movement I make;

Run your fingers through my hair,

And pull me to you ...

In every way,

To kiss me,

And take my breath ...

As I take you;

Fall back, pull close

Return pulse; quick and slow

Measured in breaths; sighs

And sweet sweat ...

Whisper your wish,

That I might do as you bid me,

And watch you ... slip slow, beneath me

At the pleasure of it;

Slip slow and witness,

The pleasure you bring

On my face ... to my lips ... in my gaze

As I meet yours

With hands ... that ... slip ... slow down

From your chest, to your hips

And you to me in kind;

Slip slow and hold tight to me,

Close your eyes ...

Only to feel ...

As I slip slow around you,

For you; to please you;

In any way ... you bid me.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:13:00.001-05:00

Untitled

You gently sing to me in tones I have not heard, And yet they are familiar;

I long - in the words to hear steps of passion, love, desire,

But am lulled entranced by a hard, keyless plucking;

It draws me near, though I don't know why

Strange and dark; seductive and insidious;

The haunting melody pulls me forward … curious; enchanted …

I fall willing … but not

Volunteering to be taken,

Into the magick of it all;

I could wake; but choose not to.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:11:00.001-05:00

Idle

I betray my muse

With each moment of inactivity;

She blesses me still

With movement, verse, vision, vexation,

Of love and hope …. life and folly

Yet my pen is still;

The napkins, match books, scraps of life,

Once transformed in mid flight

Now idle … ordinary.

2008-12-30T08:10:00.002-05:00

Haiku

Little bird of mind

Fly thought of darkness away

Sing soulful and light

Deep crimson leaves sway

Rage of nature, rage within

Autumn fire storm

Angry autumn sky

Burning, you know my weather

Gray sky, gray spirit

2008-12-30T08:09:00.001-05:00

Twilight

In waking hours

Whispers of tortured sleep

Dance ... from breath to breeze,

Through the netherworld

Of twilight

To a world,

Held at bay,

By lust of a loving complexion.

Should I succumb,

What would you take of me?

Anything ...

The wind whispers,

You wish,

I dream of you.

Should I succumb,

What would you will of me?

Surrender ...

The wind whispers,

I want you,

To fall with me.

Should I succumb,

What would you have of me?

Everything ...

The wind whispers,

Come to me,

Bless my sleep.

~ Dawn ~

The Surprises that Appear in the 11th Hour

2008-12-30T08:08:00.001-05:00

Generally speaking I am a woman of few words [stop laughing - seriously]. That is what I love about poetry. With the right combination of just a few subtle phrases worlds can be won, hearts bought or broken, mood crafted from elation to titillation. It is a marvelous craft I revel in. There are however, occasions when cryptic word play doesn't seem enough.

So what am I writing about ... I am not entirely certain other than to say that just when you are sure that things will never change ... that the status quo is just about the best that can be hoped for ... that in spite of your best efforts, that this, is in fact all there is; something happens.

I am in the midst of such a shift in the paradigm. It is disturbing, distracting, terrifying and magnificent. Most of all ... unexpected ... how deliciously marvelous and terribly unsettling all at once. I love it ... all the angst a poet could hope for. Food for endless writing, sleepless nights, day dreaming, night dreaming, well ... let’s just say ... DREAMING. At the end of the day one would think that such a state would be torture ... perhaps it is ... but what sweet torture ... the kind one wishes would never end.

So jump in ... swim in it ... I'd love to ... but the world [at least for the next four to six weeks] is in the way... literally. Tricky, tricky little nymph that brought this gift by. She is giggling in the trees outside my window as I write this.

And so I wait and wonder and wish and dream of all the little blessings that can be with this one that appeared in the 11th hour; a slave to universe enforced temperance. Could there be anything better ... I really don't think so.

Ok, ok so perhaps still a little cryptic and wrought with word play ... can't help it ... I'm still a poet ... but one with a whole new vocabulary.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:05:00.001-05:00

Kindred

Precious phantom

Haunt my waking dream

Until the warmth of your frame

Haunts all else in me

With eyes closed

I can feel your breath

Whisper across my neck

The memory of a song I will soon hear

Do I haunt you as well

Sweet spirit

Of my past and present

As you walk through your day?

Does the ache I carry

Quicken your heart

As you pass through me

On another plane?

Will I know you

When first you become

Corporeal in my arms

As your grace is gained?

Yes … yes … - yes

Come to me

I will it

Yet I know not the echo I hear

My own … or your desire …

Will … loving passion

That haunts my every thought

Until you are of this world

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:03:00.001-05:00

Blessed Be

There is a wonder in this world

That is love

Both blessing and curse

It clouds the senses

In sick sweet ways

Making for bravery

When one more wise

Would cower in fear

Making for confusion

When one with resolve

Would know nothing but clarity

Yet this blessed sickness

Can turn all things

In all ways

A force with which

The most powerful force of nature

Cannot compare

An Affliction

Most complete

When done completely …

And so I say

Bless me sick

Of mind and heart

With the sickness of love

For I wish with fearless conviction

And all blissful clarity

To move with the wind

Through your soul

That I might know it well

I pray you wish so well

That your prayer be answered

And in it, there is for me

Your heart in the wishing

So you too

May know this precious affliction

Let there be no cure

No prayer of remedy

That I might die in your arms

And you in mine

So we two may live in heaven

For all eternity

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:02:00.007-05:00

Desire's Nocturne

The Darkest night haunting still

Held by images of want and will

Fantasies that dance lite by day

In night settle in and stay

As day to night and night to day

Desire held in dusk at bay

Torn between right and wrong

Love's tragic never ending song

Hoping for endearing peace

Wanting, wishing, knowing at least

Night will bring tormented pleasure

Want and will in equal measure

Your eyes to determine all

Whether want or will shall be to fall

Gaze through me deep in this darkest night

That I might know your inner fight

And hold me close and further still

Tip the scales of want and will

Whisper what it is you seek

And win my will forever weak

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T08:02:00.006-05:00

Jaded Blessing

When heaven's fire burns my eyes

I will see truth buried in lies

For heaven seen may not be blessed

When put to the eternal test

Eternity holds limits well

Even the most savvy cannot tell

Although jaded better wise

When heaven's fire burns my eyes

Mortal souls strive to see

An eternal reverie

And in their quest for righteous things

Miss the beauty nature brings

A flawed and sinful one am I

Blessed by burned and jaded eyes

That begged to look and see a new

And view the world a bit askew

Learn life a messy wretched thing

Filled with tumultuous suffering

In torment I found my song

And learned that heaven might be wrong

For heaven burning brought to me

My most wondrous epiphany

~ Dawn ~

The Question of Dragons

2008-12-30T07:59:00.002-05:00

I have the most wondrous of opportunities on a near daily basis ... I work with a number of children and often, if I am quite enough, and I wait, I get to hear them. The things that kids talk over with each other when they believe no one is listening would amaze the greatest of philosophers, bring even the most jaded to rolling laughter and move a stone heart to tears. And then there are the times when their innocent banter pangs the soul and calls to question ... everything.

A little boy happily announced to his audience "I saw a dragon today, I was quite enough and felt him ... I stayed quiet and waited ... and ... he was there." His eyes were wide and his voice filled with wonder and pride as he described the marvelous creature he had seen. Most of the other boys listened with equal wonder, caught in the mystery of the dragon; hanging, hoping to learn how to see one themselves. All that is but one. One boy in the fleet objected, stating plainly that there was no such thing as dragons. He did not stop at that ... he went on, calling the others stupid for believing such a story. The first boy, now nearly in tears, protested insisting what he had seen was real. Both boys firm in their belief held their ground calling upon their father's affirmation. The argument unresolved; the boys went home.

Why not believe in dragons? Because they are not real? Who said they were not real? "Truth is a thing of this world, it is produced only by virtue of multiple forms of constraint" Michel Foucault was not talking about dragons of course but his point that we be careful of the regime of truth can be applied well outside of the political and ideological terms he referred to. [Although with an election in our midst ... I digress]

There was a time [not that long ago] when the greatest minds believed the world was flat. Further there was a time [still not that long ago] when the greatest minds believed the Earth was the center of the universe and that God held it there. Further still, these wondrous minds believed the sun and moon, planets and stars moved around it as it stayed held in place. This was believed with such zest that when Copernicus said different he was forced to recant or be executed. Thank heaven for Galileo.

My point? Close not your mind and eyes to the wonder that is around us. Ok, a bit sappy I concede, but true and brought to you by a five year old boy who with fire beyond that regime which holds the greatest minds, said, in the face of opposition "dragons are real ... I saw one ... and he looked right at me."

Neo-Identity

2008-12-30T07:58:00.002-05:00

'As soon as you start writing, even if it is under your real name, you start to function as somebody slightly different, as a "writer". You establish from yourself to yourself continuities and a level of coherence which is not quite the same as your real life... All this ends up constituting a kind of neo-identity which is not identical to your identity as a citizen or your social identity, Besides you know this very well, since you want to protect your private life.'

~ Michel Foucault

2008-12-30T00:21:00.004-05:00

Fire
Take me
	Slow
and deep
	Into	You
Tell me
	What
You have
	Never	Dared
Touch me
	Over
And again
	With	Fire
Want me
	Passionate
As you
	Wish	To
Hold me
	Down
Beneath you
	For	Pleasure
Love me
	Wanton
As you
	Take	Me

A Writer's Benefit

2008-12-30T00:19:00.001-05:00

One of the great things about being a writer [and there quite a few great things] is you have an outlet with you at all times. As long as there is a keyboard, a pencil, pen, scrap to write on ... hell a gum wrapper will do, there is a door.

Tonight I hurt ... at the hands of a friend I don't think even understands the hurt they have caused. Perhaps they have too much ... to many worries, too much change, to many things that need attention, too much to worry about and that burden has begun to spill over. Perhaps it is as simple as I am being too sensitive [a distinct possibility as one of the bad things about being a writer, and there are very few, is significant sensitivity]. Regardless of the cause I hurt and because I hurt I want to run, hide, leave never to be heard from again. Dramatic? Well yes ... but that brings me back to that writer thing again for here I am just a few sentences later and I already feel just a bit better.

You see it isn't about what happened between my friend and I. And it isn't about what was said or even what will come of it. It is about that place you find when there are words. That place that helps one word follow another into a thought, a feeling and an answer.

For tonight there is yet an answer, for now only words.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T00:18:00.001-05:00

Unspoken

Coffee colored candle light dances amber in this night

And like so many gone before I stood speechless as you passed my door

My passion begging me to say; but let the moment pass away

Tonight I die; and die again; sweet silence my only friend

I wish upon this deepest night to speak as I wish I might

And pray the Goddess hear my cry; and bring me brave upon a lullaby

To your eyes once more; your grace again at my door

Bless me deep with no words more true ...

Than that it is true that I love you

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T00:04:00.002-05:00

Tonight

I should have kissed you last night

But succumb to prudent restrain;

I should have kissed you last night

Ruled by reason once again;

I should have kissed you last night

Words dancing in the crisp air;

I should have kissed you last night

Your passionate ways caught me unaware;

I want to kiss you tonight ...

But don't know if I dare.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T00:03:00.001-05:00

Direction

Restore my soul in blessed sleep,

That I may know what path to keep,

For to a fork I have come,

I stand alone a wandering one,

The allure of the road less traveled by,

And lament for the road that's gone awry,

Call to me in equal measure,

Each holding a different treaure,

To choose one path and risk all ...

To wonder of a tragic fall,

And always wishing of the other,

The risk not taken for another,

So in this blessed sleep I pray,

That destiny will light the way,

And in my waking help me see,

Through the vines of tragedy,

To find the path where footprints lie,

Where I have walked in life gone by;

Evidence of prophecy ...

Of where it is my feet should be.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-30T00:01:00.001-05:00

Season

It is September

I miss the smell of New York in fall

Wool socks, amber leaves and freshly sharpened pencils

In a bouquet drifting through the changing air

The Met is warming up

As the Village plans to parade

Along the avenue of vision

That is fall in a sleepless space

Grey waves wait

The flurry of warm yellow; burnt hues

Have center stage

Crimson flash on the feet of a graceful swan

A swan that soon will float

On a Nutcracker dream

Of snow flakes

The Messiah will conduct

Wisp winds of Fifth Avenue flash

Turn bare toes to soldiers

Boot lined; gingham clad

Marching to the music of times to come

School is in session

And in New York

The lesson of ole acquaintances

Will soon be on display for the world to see

A lucky few hundred thousand in attendance

A wave of spirit, celebration

A hint of fire libation

To fuel the electric elation

That fall has past

Yule has danced on Rockefeller's skates

And a New Yorker's dream

Will not sleep another year

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-29T23:58:00.001-05:00

Paper Dragons

When it comes to legitimate worries,

I have none.

My thoughts lie,

Creating disaster at every turn;

With feet in reason

I know lies

But; believe them nonetheless

It is ... of course ... my mind

Should I lie to myself?

But; I do.

And so I worry

And fear

And lament

Paper dragons and storm clouds

That are but the trappings of a sunny day.

~ Dawn ~

A Sonnet - Sometimes love is a bit insidious

2008-12-29T23:54:00.002-05:00

Will

Suckling sick, soulless kiss meant to steal my will,

Venom sweet words of love, duplicitous

Yet still, I believe you selfish and false

With no remorse, you take, I surrender.

What paradise is this, betrayed upon a kiss

Hypnotic in your course, wounding all who cross

What you would have for your own, alone;

Possession is not love, ownership a lie

How many fall upon sweet poison,

Placed upon the lips, left upon the heart,

Soul and will ripped apart, weak defenseless

Utterly senseless waste of devotion.

Defend thy heart for I impart sweet poison too;

I have learned the potion well from you.

~ Dawn ~

2008-12-29T23:50:00.004-05:00

I am a big fan of Shakespeare's sonnets. Although 116 is my favorite, I thought I might have a little fun with one a little better known. I do hope he doesn't mind ...

Passion Play

I call to you, waste the day in my bed...

Come to me, and remember what it is that we are truly driven to do.

Waste not your day with the work of other men, but do your work with me, and I will remind you how very sweet work is meant to be.

I will re-write you lines erotic, and re-write your day as I speak them softly into your eager ear.

I will make hours feel like moments, and moments roll into days, if only you just surrender, and spend the day in my bed.

Tell me;

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more gentle and more hypnotic:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds o May,

Shake my soul rough, my flesh in blessed bliss;

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

Thine eye shines passionate as it meets mine;

Oh thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Should to my bed you do invade and stay,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou own,

Own in me, moment of true pleasure sown;

For I in thee lost like summer wind will,

In riotous fury human love thee;

So long as I can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives love to thee.

I call to you, waste the day in my bed … and remember.

~ Dawn ~

A Poet and a Blog

2008-12-29T23:46:00.007-05:00

To Blog ... to put thoughts out into the cyber universe for all to see. Interesting. You'd think a poet would be all over something like this ... but ... it isn't a book. There is no paper. No pencil, people to watch, busy street to feel, no bird, no breeze ... nothing but ... well ... me. Call me old fashion but I am the sort of poet that still walks around with a notebook. I have been known to pull over while driving to jot down the line, the thought that just could not wait.

This is no longer a notebook world; unless you are talking about an ibook, or the latest, thinnest, lightest, coolest little electronic notebook currently introduced to the masses via e-mail [back to that no pencil thing again].

And so I surrender; not my notebook of course ... or my pencil, but my resistance to try ... to let a thought go ... into the cyber universe for any mind that might wander my way.