When you call my name
my lonely heart holds its breath
afraid of loving.
So whisper the words
tell me you need me always
but don’t say my name.
for names hold power
as every lover knows
a twist in the gut.
Peace, people!
Tag: romance
Glimpses
A glimpse of a
red barn
tucked behind a
stand of trees
calling me home
beckoning.
A sighting of a
cardinal flitting
branch to branch
calling to his
mate, come
home.
If home is where
the heart is,
then home is
where you are.
Rainy Evening
Slow plinking then gush
Then abruptly back to plink
A Florida thing.
Photo by Judy Wanamaker
Drinking wine on a
Rainy evening with friends
Life at its fullest.
Hold me closer now,
Raindrops in syncopation
Tapping out love’s code.
The Red Umbrella by Loui Jover.
He Loves His Damned Old Rodeo
Teen-aged girls are prone to thoughts of romance and forbidden love. I was once a teen-aged girl, so I can say this with some authority. There were several songs from my youth that supported this romanticized notion of defying one’s parents to be with the man of one’s dreams. “Some Day Soon” by Judy Collins certainly fit the bill.
I recall sitting in the backseat of whatever second-hand vehicle my parents had at the time, staring longingly out the window and daringly singing along when this song played on the radio. After all, the word “damned” was right there in the lyrics! Damn! Heady stuff.
I could almost picture my non-existent young cowboy, tall and rugged, confidently striding in his tight Wranglers to sweep me into a passionate embrace. Then one of my younger brothers sitting next to me would burp or fart, and snap! Back to reality.
The video below isn’t one of my favorite arrangements of the song; however, the Smothers Brothers’ introduction is classic.
SomeDay Soon
Song by Judy Collins
There’s a young man that I know
His age is twenty-one
Comes from down
In southern Colorado
Just out of the service
And he’s looking for his fun
Someday soon, going with him
Someday soon
My parents can not stand him
Cause he rides the rodeo
My father says that
He will leave me crying
I would follow him right down
The toughest road I know
Someday soon, going with him
Someday soon
And when he comes to call
My pa ain’t got a good word to say
Guess it’s cause he’s just
As wild in the younger days
So blow, you old Blue Northern
Blow my love to me
He’s driving in tonight
From California
He loves his damned old rodeo
As much as he loves me
Someday soon, going with him
Someday soon
But when he comes to call
My pa ain’t got a word to say
Guess it’s cause he’s just
As wild in the younger days.
Peace, people!
Fight or Flight–In Response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt
“A Lover’s Quarrel”–Lindsey Kustusch
Fight or Flight
Lovers’ quarrel
Hands tense
Lips quiver
Chests tighten
Words scathe.
Her tears fall
Furiously,
Unabated.
How could you?
Why did you?
Why won’t you?
He leaves,
For now.
Escape his only
Answer.
For now.
Something for Nothing
I always mess up “air kisses.” Read on:
He gave her a kiss,
A gentle touch of
Lips against cheek.
Very cosmopolitan.
Her attempt to
Reciprocate ended
In a sloppy smooch
Gone terribly wrong.
Her bright pink
Revlon left a smear
Starting near his nose
And ending at his ear.
Oh dear.
Peace, People!
Valentine’s Day
I love you, dear one
Every beat of my heart
Claims this basic truth.
What is our love worth?
The sky plus the earth, and more?
I’ll tell you, much more.
Do not disregard
The consequence of our love
It brings me such joy.
From Studly With Love
Please note that Studly does actually exist; although, he hasn’t quite mastered the spelling of his last name. My very unexpected bouquet of roses is as fragrant as it is beautiful. Studly forgot he’d sent them, so they languished on the porch most of yesterday.
For Studly, I baked his favorite brownies overflowing with walnuts. I added a little something extra for the special day.
Not too shabby, eh?
I hope you have a sweet Valentine’s Day.
Peace, People!
Things I Love: Date Nights
Golf is Studly’s thing. He plays golf every Saturday and Sunday, weather permitting. And by “weather permitting” I mean that the golf course hasn’t barred him due to snow, flooding, or the threat of impending lightning strikes. I’ve seen the man dress for a round of golf in so many layers that he looks like the kid brother from “A Christmas Story,” barely able to move his arms, legs, or head. Now, you know that makes for a picture perfect swing.
I’m glad he plays, though. It keeps him off the streets and out of the pubs. After chasing a little white ball around 18 holes Studly doesn’t have much spare time to chase anything else except for me, and that’s a good thing.
That’s Studly on the left, pictured above with some of his golf buddies on the 18th fairway at St. Andrews Old Course in Scotland.
When the kids were younger I often felt abandoned on the weekends. Studly and I both worked all week, then just when I was ready for some grown up time with my man he’d go to play golf and I’d be stuck at home cleaning house and doing laundry. Grrrr. Of course I knew he needed his golf time, but I needed him. The heart wants what the heart wants, right?
After much grumbling and griping, arguments and tears, Studly and I realized we needed a dedicated date night, a time to do something each week to celebrate our couple hood.
Most weeks date night meant a dinner out or a movie at the local cinema. Sometimes date night consisted of packing the kids off to a friend’s home so we could have the house to ourselves.
If you google Pinterest, there are some great date night ideas for every budget:
Even now that our children are grown we still celebrate date night. One might argue that for a couple of empty nesters every night is date night. But we still find fun in holding hands at a movie or laughing at each other’s corny jokes over a table in a restaurant. It’s our thing. And our thing keeps me from grumbling about Studly’s thing, and that’s a very good thing, indeed.
Peace, People!
Afternoon Delight
Studly and I married in 1976. We were young, oh, so very young, and so very broke. We spent our wedding night at The Camelot Inn in Amarillo, Texas, but had to move to a less expensive motel for the rest of our honeymoon. The only thing less expensive than The Camelot Inn was a Motel 6, but none of that mattered. We were in loooove!
We had rented a tiny two bedroom house in Dumas, and thank goodness we’d paid our first month’s rent in advance, otherwise we’d have been in serious trouble. I’m not sure what either of us thought marriage was all about beyond the fact that we could now sleep together legally.
To commemorate this wondrous new development, we adopted as our song, “Afternoon Delight,” a one hit wonder by John Denver’s backup singers, The Starland Vocal Band. To this day when I hear the lyrics, “Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight…” I get all tingly inside. Of course nowadays I generally dismiss that feeling as menopausal in nature and wait for it to pass.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 