Over the past day or so there have been a lot of thoughts brewing in my mind. I’ve been sick for about four days and although I’m on the mend, so to speak, there are still the medical issues to deal with. But, as a friend of mine always says, “It is what it is…”
During the past four years there have been loads of things I’ve had to deal with – some would say, “Just like everyone else.” Well, I say, it’s all relative. But that’s not what this is about. This is about where I’m going and what I’m doing… it’s about where I am.
For some reason as I pondered my writing, finances, friends, children and everything else in between, I thought of the title of an anthology, which in 1994 published a poem I wrote. The anthology is called “Dark Side of the Moon” (published by The National Library of Poetry) and for some reason I’ve always loved that name. It draws me in ... I haven’t laid eyes on the book for quite some time so since it was on my mind I grabbed it from my bookshelf. The art on the cover shows a likeness of the moon, just a corner of it, with a pair of dolphins diving pass it and a splash of light in the background.
It’s mystic… mysterious? For me, it holds unanswered questions and unrealized dreams – sort of like my life. My world.
Today (I began writing this post a couple of days ago), the thought came to me again while I talked to a friend of mine the thought of where I am and what I’m going to do came to the forefront of my mind again. I guess this will be the time I set some goals and implement some changes in my life in preparation of the New Year.
These changes are fueled by the necessity to better manage my health and stress as well as facilitate some financial changes – in the positive, of course! How that will manifest here is infrequent posts after I catch up on some review commitments. Over the next couple of weeks/months, I will begin to make more commitments to myself while letting go of things that are hindering me and holding me back.
This will more than likely be an ongoing process as I dive into it with the gracefulness of those dolphins I told you about and work around the darkness that may try to cover me. But in the background, I hope to see the light. As I “travel,” I will more than likely reveal what I’m experiencing.
Oh, do you want to know about the poem I wrote? Although it has nothing to do with this post I thought you’d like to read it.
It’s called Dance of Love…
Their long, lean bodies intertwined.
Honey-brown limbs resting comfortably as one.
Two hearts beating in sync.
Fingers trailing over sensitive skin.
Lips brushing against earlobes,
Tongues flicking -
They began the dance of love.
Her taut nipples pressing against his hard chest.
Meshed together, their breathing quickened as they unite.
Pulsing, pumping, loving, pushing…
They couldn’t get enough.
Muscles tensing and quivering
She grips his broad shoulder, he cups her round butt.
Then their breathing slows.
They find each others’ lips and tenderly kiss.
He runs his fingers through her hair,
Then moves to lie next to her.
Their eyes close – fingers and legs intertwined.
Content – dreaming of their dance of love.
©Petula Renee Lloyd