Category: Poetry
Revisited the poem, 9 years of marriage
So today is my 9 year wedding anniversary.
I won’t bore you with describing how fantastic of a friend, man, husband, father, son and brother that Alex is. I hit the man jack pot when we met.
Marriage is such a funny thing.
I’m reminded of a line in the movie So This is 40 (such a great movie, if you can laugh at yourself as a wife/woman or a husband/man and at relationships)
There is a line in the movie when the 2 men/husbands are talking about their wives and marriage and what it would be like if their wife died (peacefully of course, their rationalizing, women like a widowed man) and what their second wife would be like. This is all just light-hearted chatter between friends.
It went something like this “God, I can’t wait to meet my second wife, I hope she likes me better than the first.”
Even typing it out makes me laugh.
And so it goes with marriage.
If you can laugh at it, it means that you are aware of the realities in that statement and therefore you will see the ‘real’ issues that are being addressed and hopefully take action to better your relationship.
My marriage is firey and fun. I love the peaks and valleys, the good times and the bad times, acknowledging that and embracing it gives me confidence that my marriage is real and tangible, there for it will stand solid in a very real way. The hardships that you work through in marriage make you stronger.
The more seasons that you have weathered together successfully, the more confident you feel when the next storm arrives. Like a journey on a sailboat you have beautiful days and stormy days and that is expected of the journey. Hopefully you’ve packed well, brought all of the emergency supplies and things that you will need and then you can feel safe and prepared for the journey ahead.
My husband has been sailing since he was a young boy. He knows how to both prepare for the journey and sail through a storm and I’m thankful for that.
Alex rowing me out for a morning sunrise at the cottage
Revisited
A vast array
Of sentiments to say
But really it’s just another day
In our travels
Filled with seasons and temperatures
Wilted, about to fall,
A day so hot,
we need to shade ourselves
A commitment to time,
Paths chosen,
Revisited,
But always together
Hand in hand
We walk
One step blossoming
One step faded
Our footprints have left a path
In many a place
A shared look upon our face
Take my hand
And take the lead,
I will follow you indeed.
Photo props: I didn’t ask Alex if he minded me using this photo, I hope he doesn’t mind appearing half naked for the world to see, maybe he will sue me..
Cheers to us babe!!
Happy Anniversary.
Finish Line, a poem
Full story here: http://www.arkansasonline.com/news/2013/apr/15/two-explosions-boston-marathon-finish-line/
PHOTO BY AP PHOTO/CHARLES KRUPA
“Medical workers wheel the injured across the finish line during the 2013 Boston Marathon following an explosion in Boston, Monday, April 15, 2013. Two explosions shattered the euphoria of the Boston Marathon finish line on Monday, sending authorities out on the course to carry off the injured while the stragglers were rerouted away from the smoking site of the blasts.”
Finish line
The pounding of feet
Beating the street
Blinding sweat
But not so blinding I regret,
We will never forget
Lines crossed
Souls lost
Copyright, 2013
My thoughts are with my American friends and family today.
The world at large feels this loss.
So many countries and so many nations are represented at the Boston Marathon.
World shaking,
Earth Quaking.
Jennifer
Modern Man *Warning, you may not like this*
Consider your self warned.
Modern Man
Materialism
Worldly things.
Man used to fight with swords
Flashy things of a different sort
Modern man? You have Power?
You are as soft as the sprinkle from my shower,
Oh, you great big tower
Flashy cars and diamond rings
A heart and soul that sings
Gone are the days of the Man of power,
Welcome to the days of the fragrant flower
This photo was taken during our visit to New York City, New York, USA 2012
READ MY COPYRIGHT, THANKS
Any thoughts on the poem?
Becky and the Black Labs
So I am going to see my friend this afternoon.
Around 2:00.
We both have black labs, husbands and children (well, she has a child).
Our dogs love to run and play together. They get along so well.
I love to watch Maya roll around and chase Bailey.
They have returned home from the nature trails and nearby woods with their tongues
hanging to the side and each other’s saliva turned to icicles hanging off of their mouths.
My friend and I pause our conversations to watch them when they come to the
sliding door, to check in with us and laugh. It makes us smile.
Now that winter is leaving us I am sure they will return a muddy mess.
I’m glad they have each other.
I’m glad that I have her.
Lady (Becky)
So there’s this lady that I know,
She challenges me to grow.
Our conversations just flow.
We crunch on baby carrots and sip on tea,
Time together just her and me,
no family
I am such a thinker, ponderer, wanderer,
She helps me challenge that voice,
quiet it if you will, make it still
So that I can reflect and inspect,
put myself in check,
Like I said there’s this lady that I know,
She challenges me to grow.
She’s someone you should know.
Friendship is a powerful thing.
Do you have a friend that’s different from the rest?
What is it about the person that is so unique and refreshing for you?
Please share in the comment section below, I would love to know!
In between, places yet unseen
Have you ever felt in between?
Excited to be places yet unseen?
Embarking on a new or scary venture?
But knowing that it’s right?
That is how I have been feeling today.
Take courage my friends and trust in yourself and your intuition.
In honor of National poetry month, here is my one and only poem.
This was written during a time of pondering faith and science in Feb. 2009
In between
Heaven, earth
Creator, creation
faith, manipulation
joy, exasperation
Belief, trust
hardened crust
They’ve seen the light
about to take flight
to places unseen,
somewhere in between
Bipedalism, microorganisms
evolution, pollution
surreal, secular appeal
be like me, trinity
cross symbolism
fleshly heroism
Glorified Gods
isolated pods.
They’ve seen the light
about to take flight
to places never seen,
somewhere in between.
Knowledge
realities foliage
“I think that was a poem, either way I love words.“





