Willow
I am a willow tree of which I grace the ground around me with the pleasures of my touch. When the wind blows I am moved into the exquisite deployment with the dependency of life. As for all that I comfort the one that brings the memories of particular monomania and infatuation is the hand of my Lorna.
Each day of the summer I have seen you. Each day I have soothed you. You come to me to read your treasures and to draw your world of delight. I bow down to you and I brush your long blonde hair with every long slender finger I have to circulate. You look up to me and breathe in the smell of the air and I blow into your open mouth the winds that I capture in my branches.
When you are gone I cry out to the night, “My Lorna, my passion, come to me, let me take you in my tendrils and put the love of my willows into you”. And so every day you come to me , I get closer to you and you let me become daringly intimate with you.” Do you not see me,” I say out loud but the air is too cold and brisk for anyone to hear.
As the weather becomes less the warm air that comes with the days of the sun, I can feel my time is coming to an end. As Lorna approaches me this day, I feel the overwhelming rapture of yearning for her. You saunter to me and you touch several of my leaves with the soft touch only you hold. I wrap myself around you and pull you close to me. You can smell the earth that runs through me, you kiss me on my branches and tell me you love me.
I am in heaven… I have been given the one thing that only a mortal can share with me….love of a woman. I take you into my branches and I hold you tenderly. You hold me the same and I realize the one thing that I had missed up until now…you are of denuded appearance. I pull my blades of wonder around to touch of all your beauty. We move to the wind and to the music of the woods around us….you are one with me and I you…. I am filled with the knowledge that as I am, not one could know of this windfall I have had…but the only one to share this in life will always come to me in the summer.

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by Madison Marina copyright..HK 2005

I often leave comments on your blogs..some I like so much that I replay on here..I don't claim to be the most insightful person in the world..but I do like to make you happy..and if I can say one thing to make you smile..I will..peace to you all.

In everyones life they begin to feel that life is hard and yelling becomes the answer..especially if you spend more time working and not the larger part at home with the family..your ends are shorter met and the anger becomes prevalent in the relationship. The stress almost blinds you to the love you have and then when you yell, that is what everyone sees..not the times when your love is abounding. Don, remember that what you did, the anger from the marriage and the stress of your life all overwhelmed you...you were not a bad person. I have had many times in my life with my kids and husband that I too bacame this maniac yelling about everything that was not my fault or my problem...but I have found my outlet and now I am calmer then ever in all the years I have been here..Peace to your soul Don. Keep opening up to us all..you are really releasing the pain to us...release more till you are free of the box inside of you that has been taking up too much of your life force...have tears and let it flow freely...all is a cleansing of you and then you can face another day as the man you are and the future that you can still have...

You know who I mean..those unknown forces at work inside of this window you stare into day after day....their favorite time to come to light is when you are in great stress, pain, sorrow, happiness, and yes...contemplation of your life. You spend hours writing of the feelings, the pain that you caused or felt, the anger that you want to express, the sorrow of loss or of losing, the happiness of love or pleasure, and the all knowing life you lead story that you would love to share, AND POOF.... a wrong button...a booted programm.....an internet God????? Curse the computer and it will only happen again..move on from it and you sometimes see that the one thing you really needed was to express the feelings..not to share them...and you feel better for having said it..so now perhaps...internet psychology???? That will be $100.

When I was 4-5 age range..my father did something horrible and was taken away from our family forever...i grew up with no father. I had a very rough childhood being the only girl of 5 kids. I did have a good life with my mother...but the older I got...the more I realized that I was missing something, a male figure in my life..I found myself wishing daily of a man to walk into my life and say " I am your father...and I have been looking for you my whole life" I had dreams of meeting this man I knew from pictures only...being so small to remember him any other way. I think of him and what he is doing and wondering if he ever thinks of me...do you dad? You missed my wedding. You missed my children's births, my life up until now...did I miss your death?? Will I ever know? Peace be with you, someday we will meet again...