• poetry

    Dear Love

    by Jesi Scott   Dear Love,   How do I begin to say all that my words cannot convey? How I wish you’d simply stayed away.   I was fine all on my own when you made yourself known, understanding I didn’t want to be alone.   And there I was, caught in your gravity, lost without reason, no clarity, baptised in your rhapsody.   Now, here I stand watching you walk away, the words catching in my throat, held at bay, as memories replay.   My fragile strength is now gone. I am broken, no reason to move on. And this conclusion was foregone- the moment you said hello.…

  • Poetry

    A Poem About His Eyes

    My response to a challenge CJ gave me a couple of weekends ago-to write a poem about someone’s eyes for her. I hope this works, CJ. πŸ˜‰ The Windows To His Soul By Jesi Scott “They say that the eye is the window to the soul. But it is the soul that is the window.” ~Andrew Hamilton     Oh, to swim in that crystal ocean, So clear and deep and sea-blue You can see to the bottom; See the sun shining on clear days, And watch the storm clouds gather And cast shadows over the waves.   Oh, to sink beneath the waters And feel the strength of the…

  • OctPoWriMo,  Poetry

    Love is…

    Alright, darn it…I knew this prompt was coming. Raise your hand if you are just waiting to see what I write about love. Rod, put your hand down, we all know you are. (~wink) Sigh. Okay. Here we go. I write about love often, believe it or not. CJ has read a few. Love is probably the most written about feeling in poetry. The beginnings of love, the ending of it, the longing for it, describing it, etc. The challenge for today, though, was to write about what phase we are in in a relationship, past loves, new love, and ending loves. I cringed when I saw this. I’ve put…

  • Journal,  Life,  Love,  Random,  Thoughts,  Uncategorized,  Writing

    A Little Something Random

    This is the tree in the very center of the front yard of my house. It’s a Bartlett Pear I believe. This tree and I are in a love-hate relationship right now. I love how pretty it is with all the leaves on it and how the leaves look like russet leather in the fall. It loves all the sun and water it gets and how I won’t let the kids tear branches off of it. Right now I am hating it, though. At least, I don’t hate the tree. I hate this, which is on the tree: Those little flowers are my nightmare. As of last night I am…