Miscellaneous Writings and Musings


A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

My Books and Stories
Where to Buy, Read, Download

Love Poem

You touched my hand in the rain
and told fine fairy tales.

(lies and ghosts of lies)

Each burning night
was followed
by cool torment
of showers in afternoon.

(you said you were the one)

From the brown murky shadows
of my most foretelling dream
you haunted, made me think forever.

(stories for credulous children)

In the end I was left with

Only me.

Today I will climb up on my rooftop
in the glory of a spring morning.
Free of who I thought you were,
I will bind my heart to nature's truth

And dance.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Jae Rose said...

Some fairy tales should be left at the bottom of the hill..I love how her voice becomes one..and her own..may she forever dance freely and happily at the top of that hill..a beautiful poem..full of strength..jae

March 18, 2012 at 10:48 AM
zongrik said...

dancing is the best thing to do to get into a good mood

senryu of blues & honesty

verification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off. i had to do this FIVE times before it worked!!!

March 18, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Did you rip this out of my subconscious?

March 18, 2012 at 1:02 PM
Flying Monkey said...


March 18, 2012 at 1:21 PM
Old Egg said...

How much sadness and love there are in the posts for "Honest" this week!
It is a hard lesson to learn that in the end there is only you and you must eventually dance alone. A beautiful poem.

March 18, 2012 at 2:18 PM
Alice Audrey said...

I like the uplifting ending and pray I won't have to go through the beginning.

March 19, 2012 at 10:22 AM
Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Since I've gotten private emails about this, I guess I should clarify that it's not based on anything that's happened to me in more than 20 years. Some people and experiences remain a rich source of material year after year, though.

March 19, 2012 at 11:10 AM
Archna Sharma said...

Those lies that have been told over and over again.

I'm so happy for the comfort in the end.

March 20, 2012 at 8:06 PM
Sreeja said...

its beautiful....lies and tales reminded me of childhood world....

March 25, 2012 at 5:37 AM

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