Spring Tease

Stealing from the shadows;
        through my garden, she sneaks.
                       Fleeing from the hollows,
dewy breath on my cheek.

She teases and she flirts,
         shows an ankle,
                       lifts her skirt;
then twirls away again.

Persistent chills still linger,
         causing little shivers.
                      Budding nubs fill slender fingers.
Fragile petals spread and quiver.

She hesitates; restlessly rustling,
          shy maiden...capitulates,
                      swaying (and blushing)
towards the sun.


I didn’t realize this, but apparently, April is National Poetry Month. I guess it’s been an official “thing” since 1996 when it was inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets. (Learn something new every day…)

The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge has charged us with becoming more familiar with the WordPress editing tools and to write a poem applying our newly acquired knowledge.

Back when I was an angsty, awkward teenager, I used to like writing poetry. However, I haven’t tried my hand at writing poems very often as an adult (unless you count my Poem of an Unfortunate Raccoon…) So, this post was a challenge in more ways than one!


The Big Picture

This week’s Daily Post challenge got me to thinking about how our perspective helps shape our view of the world. How many times have I run across people who focus on all the little details and forget to look at the big picture? (And why do so many of them wind up in middle management?) Granted, I suffer from the opposite- just as difficult- problem, which is to see a bigger picture, and forget all the little details that comprise it.

Ireland_236Photos are a wonderful way of illustrating this point. Take this photo for example. What could she be looking at with such intent? Grasping the ropes so tightly, with her blue jacket flapping in the breeze around her hips. Is she at the zoo staring at some exotic animal, caged for her amusement? Is she on a balcony looking down at a crowd? Observing the people from afar- slightly above and slightly removed. Or, maybe she’s on an overpass somewhere, watching life and traffic flow past her.

Actually, she was a travel companion of mine in Ireland. We were crossing the Carrick-a-Rede Rope bridge. I remember the fear and trepidation reflected in her face as she stepped out onto the creaky planks. She got about halfway across when suddenly her knees stiffened and refused to carry her any further. She stood there, eyes wide, breath suspended…and faced the true realization of her mortality.

With much coaxing and prodding, we managed to convince her to finish her journey. As her foot touched solid ground, her face broke out in a wide smile and her cheeks flushed with an overwhelming sense of joy and relief; she was ALIVE!

I think, sometimes, that’s how life can be. Going through the everyday motions: get up, brush your teeth, take a shower, get dressed, go to work, drink your coffee, answer the phones, curse the traffic, eat your dinner, watch the TV, brush your teeth, go to bed… rinse and repeat.

Little details. Mundane steps. All the while failing to realize the bigger picture. To stop and take it in. Hold on with both hands until your knuckles turn white and you have no other choice but to notice; you’re ALIVE!

Be joyful! Be thankful!


A Lifelong Friend

R and I have been friends for about fourteen years now. When we first met, we were in our early twenties. Young, vivacious and with the whole world at our feet. We were ravers at the time and used to run into each other at the various parties in and around Seattle. After seeing each other a couple of weekends in a row, she finally came up to me and introduced herself officially.

Sometimes you meet a person you feel like you’ve known your whole life. There’s just an instant recognition that you’ve found someone you just KNOW will become a good friend. That’s how it was for me when I first met R.

Next thing you know we were becoming roommates and classmates. We started working the lunch shift waiting tables at the same restaurant and became co-workers. We used to rock our phat pants and little button downs and sing “Time to raise up! Looking for the butter! Turn around girl, show me where it’s at!” while scooping out the butter cups for our side work. (Don’t know what I’m referring to? Go HERE.)

We knew every doorman, bartender, DJ and club producer to keep us out and about 4 or 5 nights a week in Seattle all throughout our twenties. Life was sparkly and blessed.

As we’ve grown older, we’ve settled down, moved, gotten married and now she has a little baby girl. We’ve convinced ourselves we’re more mature. For the most part, it’s true.

But, isn’t it nice to know someone is out there that remembers you as you were? Is the keeper of those memories and can sometimes convince you it’s a good idea to throw caution to the wind and go skinny dipping?

Everybody should have a friend like that in their life. I know I’m lucky I do!


This photo was taken in Vancouver during my bachelorette weekend. I have no idea what was going on at the time and didn’t even realize it was being taken. Judging by the fact we are wearing our jackets, I can only safely say it was probably on our walk back to the hotel room after a night of dancing, drinking and overall rabble rousing. What more could you ask for?

I got the idea to write this post over at ngnrdgrl. She wrote a post about her fiancee and his son called, “2,300 Miles to Happiness,” as a part of the weekly writing challenge at The Daily Post. (Yes, the challenge was from a couple of days ago. But, you know, I have to keep with my “always running late” time-frame.)

If you haven’t checked her blog out, I highly recommend it! She has a great perspective on life, a DIY and jewelry series and is MUCH better at posting on a regular basis than I am.