Blog Archives - Annie's Texas Musings

Lone Oak

12/8/2014

February 1, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Lone Oak

My favorite place
to hide away

The lone grand oak
just around the corner
from my childhood home
And…
the library that was
so much a piece of my life

The limbs touched
the ground all around…
creating a natural room…
a place…
a special space…
just for me

A place to spend
a stolen afternoon
dreaming…
reading…
wondering…

Silent and protected…
Hidden from the world
Until…
I heard my Mom's
whistle
calling me home

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Deep Hurt

12/8/2014

February 2, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Deep Hurt

I was never
my grandmother's
favorite
Even when I was
the only grandchild

She cared more
for the children
of other families
than me

I never understood
her dislike of me
But…
one day when I was
about three…
She …
called me mean
because the
grocery bags
tumbled as I
moved from the
car seat

Those words hurt me
deeply…
so strong in their intent
I could
Never
Forgive…

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Poetry Of Life

12/8/2014

February 3, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Poetry of Life

She was a beautiful
fun loving child
A girl full of life and living

She had a brilliant future
filled with
family…
love…
career…
success…

Until that one day…
when things stopped working

Fighting every day…
until the end
while machines
did the living
for her

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Morning Awakening

12/8/2014

February 4, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Morning Awakening

All around me
the stirrings of
a new day

Neighborhood dogs
barking at unseen
demons in the dark

My cat jumping
on my belly
with that all too
familiar "feed me now"
Chirup

The South bound
train going North…
Sounding a warning
at every crossing

Coffee gurgling as
it drips through the pot
on the way to becoming
my early morning
Elixer

Stretching the kinks
from my body…
I begin my day

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Blues

12/8/2014

February 5, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Blues

When I am in one
of those moods
I can't describe
I turn to music

Blues…
That's the music for
the sorrowful…
Those instruments were
meant for the
Blues…

Sax…
Clarinet…
Joplin's voice…
Soulful…
Mourning…
Wailing…
sounds that
penetrate and
embrace the feelings…
the ones that no words
can really express

That wailing…
the letting loose…
removing everything
dragging me down
Joplin…
Muddy Waters…
releasing those bad times…
lifting my spirits
as the music flows

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Who's That Guy?

12/8/2014

February 6, 2014

She watched him from the coffee shop window. The stranger that seemed to be everywhere. Was he stalking her or just of was this just a weird occurrence?

He was new in town or visiting. She didn't know which, but when she was out and about there he was. Always in the distance seeming to go casually about his business.

Her friend Barbara came over to give her cup a refill. "Who's that guy?" she asked Barbara.

"No one seems to know," she said. "He just showed up a couple of weeks ago. I heard he is staying out at the River Ranch, but no one knows why or who he is."

While they were talking, the little bell attached to the door announced a new arrival. Looking up, there he was. In her air space for the first time since she noticed him.

Damn, he was even better looking up close. Blue-black hair with just enough curl to look fashionably messy, emerald eyes surrounded by the longest possible black lashes… clean shaven and smelling as good as he looked, she was instantly smitten. Not love at first sight, but a healthy dose of lust.

She sipped her new coffee and watched him saunter across to the pastry case. Ordering black coffee and lemon bread he looked around for an empty seat.

He was asking Barbara something she couldn't hear. Both of their voices were just below her hearing range. Barbara got his coffee and lemon bread, then walked around the counter.

With wide eyes, she watched as they both walked other table. Barbara began the introductions. He was a writer here in the area researching rural life along the Colorado and working from River Ranch. His name was Scott Braden.

She just sat there in shock not believing he was standing right there close enough for her to touch him. Lost in her thoughts, she realized he was talking to her.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," she said. "I'm Chris."

"Barbara tells me you are a local historian and a nature photographer," Scott continued. "I need an assistant who knows the area, the people, this history to help me with a book I am working on right now. Would you be able to help me out while I am here?"

Barbara winked and turned to go, "Scott, you won't find anyone in the area that knows more than Chris. You guys get acquainted and I'll keep your cups filled, on the house."

Secret

12/7/2014

February 7, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Secret

Standing in the shadows
I watch…
I listen…

Not sure what
to make of the
seen…yet…
unseen

Twilight plays tricks on
the mind…
the eyes…
and
the soul…

So…
I watch
Unseen…
Silent…
and observing…
to store away
what I now know
Locked away…
secured…
Until all needs
to be revealed

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.

As Ever, Annie

This Morning

12/7/2014

February 8, 2014

This Morning

This Morning...It happened again
Over night
that quick change
artist sauntered in

Taking away the
almost bearable
temperatures and
sunny Winter weather

Turning North…
Cloudy…
Winds blasting to
drop the air to an
arctic feel yet again…

These ups and downs
make Winter in Texas
unpredictably
predictable…
Always changing
And…
Never boring

Gossip

12/7/2014

February 9, 2014

Source: We Heart It

Gossip

Did you hear?
No…
I didn't know!
Well, I never…

All words expressed
as she passed by
the one's she thought
of as the
Gossiping Old Biddies

She caught enough
of their words
to hear what they
thought of her…
said about her…
All untrue

She could only keep
walking with her
head held high…
Knowing what they
whispered about her
was Untrue

But…

She didn't gossip
Let them find out
another way
from someone else

How she would love
to see their faces
then
when their lies are revealed

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Fleeting Moments

12/7/2014

February 10, 2014

Fleeting Moments

In those rare
moments
I can believe…
hope…
smile…

Yet --
they are fleeting
and leave me
longing…
wondering…
and wishing
at time will
come when those
fleeting moments
settle in to stay

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie