Rekindling Romance

I hear you calling me
Into your embrace.
I hear you saying,
You long for a taste.

I hear you wishing
That time would go by.
I hear you planning
Our visit, our re-try.

I hear you working
Your magic on me.
I hear you discovering
You’re all that I see.

I hear you longing
For my eager touch.
I hear you wanting
It just as much.

I hear you saving
My heart that was lost.
I hear you removing
All of the cost.

I hear you, my hero.
Let’s take the chance.
To find some magic
In this wonderful dance.
For Writing 201’s Ballad-Hero-Anaphora Lesson.

Antisocial Enjoyment

The past few months, I have thoroughly enjoyed being antisocial. I don’t seek to be that way, but I just get into what I am doing and then, I don’t really feel like talking.

For example, I will go downtown and sit at a coffee shop or bar and start reading. I may make some small talk with the bar tender if it is one I have seen before and they recognize me. But more often than not, I just sit, read, and then enjoy a drink and maybe some food.

A few of my friends say reading at a bar is not really “acceptable.” Well, I never got that rule book so I say, whatever, screw these imaginary rules. Why would reading at a bar be less acceptable than reading at a coffee bar? I see other people reading at coffee places all the time. So does the presence of alcoholic drinks make it mandatory for social interaction? I would hope not.

Just this past Friday, I went to a restaurant bar, a place I had gone to several times before. I had about an hour to enjoy a drink before watching a ballet across the street. So, I sat and ordered a drink. I was about to pull out my book but this gentleman came and sat down. He just started talking and talking. He was a nice guy and about 25 years older than me, but I just didn’t care about what he was saying. I really wanted to read and enjoy my drink…alone. I could have told him to leave, but I am too nice at times, particularly if the “offender” is nice. I hate to be rude. I can totally do rude, but it’s usually only if approached in a rude and disrespectful manner. So, if someone is just being nice and bit too chatty, it is hard for me to scream….OMG-please just go away.

Other than reading, I like to take a few random pictures. Pictures of my drinks, my food, my book, the light hitting the bar. I am sure I look like the lonely lady at the bar with a book and her camera phone, but you know what, I am happy and don’t really care. It is my quiet time where I deal with stress.

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I am sure I would enjoy someone tagging along with me (and sometimes that does happen), but if I want to go and my friends are busy, I will go. I spent too many years waiting for other people to do things with me. No more. If I want to go out. I go. If that means I go out alone, so be it. And clearly, I am perfectly fine with it as I seem to feel invaded when that time is interrupted.

Has anyone else ever felt this way? I would like to think that I am not the only antisocial person out there. And for those of you who are like me, how do you nicely say – leave me a lone?


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But make sure you check out the host’s post today. Sally always has some great information and pictures!

Silly Simba Saturday

Not much time to elaborate with many words today as I have military duty. And since I missed my fiction yesterday, I thought I had better at least try to stick to my pet post at least. So, here is my Simba showing off his tummy.


Have a great Saturday!


For Tummy Rub Tuesday

My Foggy Clear Mind

Thoughts in my head, not always so clear.
Round and round, they mix with fear.
I think, wondering, and oh do I dream.
Then, sometimes, I’m afraid I’ll scream.
The worry it flies, like a bat in the night.
Panic creates doubt, causing me fright.
And yet, other moments…I am serene.
Nothing. And no one, can shake my routine.
Great ideas flutter, as little butterflies.
They dart, dashing, they energize.
My spirit and soul, oh, I can see
Where I am, and who I should be.
My thoughts erratic, covering such range.
Proud insecurity, unbending change.
I’m unsure, and wonder, if the fog in my head,
Is it greatness growing, or maybe, just something to dread.