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November 24, 2008 - Monday
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Flipping Tails
Category: Writing and Poetry
she sits in her car, not listening to the song
that has played on
for twenty minutes
gazing, straight ahead
at traffic flying
and the rain flashing silver through headlights
her life plays too fast in her head
too familiar
like she's rehearsed every line
except the ending
has gotten away from her
lost her grip
this time
she knew better
didn't she
so much wiser, she thought
not stronger but tougher
not perfect, but reasonable
all the right words turn the key
dreams rest in a whisper
that caught her off guard
she smiled and swallowed hard
when the knot was tied
fear denied
first day of the rest of her life
and it feels uneasy
she ignores his veiled remarks
week one finds more issue
but he explains them all away
and she lays her head, heavy
end of a month and it seems
that not a week can go by
without tears in her eyes
all the swept away moments
the erotic bliss
the cherished words, gone
replaced by that look
the tension you can cut with a knife
judgement
scathing, most words
patronizing at best
putting to the test, her humility
no compromise
no room to breathe
no end in sight
afraid to be still
afraid to move
afraid of the next sound
she didn't see this coming
she was not careful enough
but she is wise enough to know
it will not get better on it's own
she has to cut it where it grows
before the bruises start to show
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
12:21 AM
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November 18, 2008 - Tuesday
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Fenced
bare feet scarred
eggshells cut
even ground fine
bloody footprints
in a sleeping room
some things never change
dreams exchanged
one for the other
the nightmare ends the same
cold flesh doesn't keep long
restless nights, dreaming
of grass between her toes
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
9:55 PM
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November 15, 2008 - Saturday
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Coquette
Category: Writing and Poetry
lemon in my tea
too bitter without the sweet
pour the honey my love
black to my white
yin to my yang
savor the sweet steam now
as it stirs the senses
my cup grows cold in waiting
the tea more bitter tomorrow
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
5:10 AM
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October 23, 2008 - Thursday
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Chalk Garden
Category: Writing and Poetry
once there was love
there were promises
every color and hue
swore my dreams to come true
sweet pink
passion's purple
yellow, warm like a mother's love
blue that softens the stark white of truth
green to keep us growing
but in the light of day
dimensions changed
and in the rain the colors run
all your promises fell flat today
all you ever gave
was a chalk garden
at the bottom of your beer
there is a truth
what was fun in youth
is now a noose
and yours is not the only neck
out of the pan
and into the fire
i'd rather burn
than live this lie
i would die
as soon as feel the dread
of one more time
you, at the other end of the line
doaling out your brand of control
tyrany that i let take hold of me
too long ago
and i finally drew a line
and left with nothing that you ever cared about
but you can't quit
have to inflict as much misery as you can
but this is it
the line doesn't push any further
the box you've made is yours
not mine
this time
i stand indignant
to your promises and your lies
to your neglect
to your shipwreck of dreams
i have seen a future
and you are but a ghost
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
1:52 AM
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October 12, 2008 - Sunday
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Stargazer
Category: Writing and Poetry
my love sent me lilies once
before we fell
perhaps to charm me
to warm me to his liking
they were scattered with red roses
tight buds to keep me company
throughout the week they bloomed
so large and fragrant the lilies
so tall and red
the tokens of love
and each day he wrote me
beautiful words
filled with his longing
his hat full of stars
each morning a new dream to share
each night a new web to weave
my room
heady with spicy sweetness
my heart
diving deep into hope
but it was not the flowers
that caught my affections
not the card
the bow, nor the trinkets
it was the intent
in the attention paid
and today
i miss the red and pink
and i think
i am overdue for lilies
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
5:03 AM
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October 10, 2008 - Friday
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The Colors of My Seasons
Category: Writing and Poetry
September feels blue,
the last view of yellow/green summer.
vivid cornflower fading in the jet-stream,
backdrop to the coming cool.
October
feels so orange at the start,
sun bursts,
cross-currents
of warm and crisp.
to the end,
near the witching hour,
when showers come harder
and days grow darker,
there are the mulled colors.
orange becoming burnt,
yellows, ochre,
reds, deep burgandy velvet.
we wrap ourselves in their majesty.
breathing deep their cool decay.
still at play in the dwindling days,
counted dear as winter nears
with the ever-fresh wonder of white,
blanketing our silent nights
with a New Year's fresh fallen hope.
then we begin to dream of muddy green,
though spring to me is simply pastel,
with no preference to a pink or purple hue.
yellow will do against the fading gray
and the melting slush.
and we rush,
at the first sign of blue.
such hurry for the summers rays,
but i digress,
my point was today.
raging orange.
blazing blue.
a little warm.
a little cool.
October, i am a fool for you.
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
4:44 AM
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October 4, 2008 - Saturday
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Thrall
Category: Writing and Poetry
rapture and rhapsody,
morning and night.
red lips and curves,
velvet eyes.
passion's kiss
lost in the trellis
of tousseled tendrils
down a pale, white neck.
the scent of her.
the taste of her.
the touch of her.
the need of her.
she was vapor he could not hold.
she flowed through him,
but was not contained.
sometimes,
the lightness of her being
made him reckless in pursuit.
sometimes,
the depth of her soul
made him linger too long.
sometimes,
often,
she brought a fever.
erotic vapor,
moving through him,
uncontained.
the only one
who causes this riot
of hard and soft
with one smile.
her name is love
and in her hands
is the power
to rule the world.
this she shares
with only one,
morning and night,
rapture and rhapsody.
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
6:40 AM
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October 2, 2008 - Thursday
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Book Of Love
Category: Writing and Poetry
promise me that we
will never finish this love
that though the candle's flame will adjust
it will never go out
this love is a story whose ending
need not hurry
let us pour over the pages
every detail, a braille for the heart and soul
underlining the favorite passages
to revisit and savor again and again
but knowing with abandon
that turning the page of tomorrow
will deliver it's own ripe riches
and new intrigue
and as we settle into this story
the pages marked here and there
with tears and warm prints
loving smudges
remember that, though fate may hold the pen
we write this story
and though the highs and lows are a part of life
and make for a gripping read
i love a happy ending
kiss me and turn the page
for my wonderful husband XXXO
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
4:52 AM
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September 30, 2008 - Tuesday
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September View
Category: Writing and Poetry
spotted, in a swirl of yellow
backdrop blazing
glint of fading sun
caught on the ebb of your thought
entranced
you follow the downward spiral of my perceived demise
so effortless the dance
it leaves you aching to be so swept away
released from the tree
freefall
you witness it all
at mercy to the whimsy of the wind
but this end
is but birth to a season
press me to your page
and smile for the glory of this day
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
3:09 AM
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September 27, 2008 - Saturday
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Cumulus
Category: Writing and Poetry
you are surely gone from me
all evidence says it's so
finally washed the linens
don't smell you on my pillow
stopped smelling the cologne
you left behind
it was taking up
too much of my time
i put away the photos
their smiles mocked me
i turned off the phone
whose silence shocked me
the imprints on my ass
wish they had stayed
nothing now but a memory
of the love we made
i would never be cold again
in the warmth of your kiss
but i shiver tonight
naked under the weight of all i miss
and you are mute
and my right words won't come
we lay silent
lovers undone
and the quiet takes my breath away
and i mourn the death of our dreams
and as sure as my tears are wet
you are gone from me
copyright Tawnya Klotz 2008
6:06 AM
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