Sea Salt

I have this shell up to my ear

and I can hear the ocean roar

but the magic of sea salt,

whether swimming around my ankles

or in deep dark chocolate,

is not here. 

I'm holding this shell up to my ear

and I hear your voice 

making a promise to return my call

but the magic of confidence,

whether rippling around my shortcomings

or through my misgivings

is not here. 

You

are not here. 

Mixed Emotions

Before I could be angry

that you had invaded my coffee shop 

I wiped espresso off my lips

and fluffed my hair

as if you ever cared

about my hair. 

Oh Hey, Blogspot

I promise, I had not forgotten about this blog. I guess we just needed some time apart. I have needed time away from a lot of things and people and I have more clarity now than I have in a long time, maybe ever. 

I really want to get back on track with blogging. I would also like to invest more time in promoting this blog and gaining readership. I have at times viewed writing as a pastime, but I am realizing that it is a continuous activity in my life and I may as well do something with it. 

Keep a lookout for more regular postings. And don't even remind me how many times I have said that before.