my dog, now grown old eats, sleeps,drinks,wets on cool floors no pain, except ours… © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo today via IPhone pictures
Category: Memories are made of this
Remembering
Shooting stars flash by, wild. Smudging through midnight skies Remembering lost loves. © Nancilynn 7/10/2016 Image courtesy of NASA
In search of lost humor
For years that is what I was known for, the ability to make people laugh. This trademark extends back in history over fifty years and I was able to get by on my wits for many years before that time. If there were two ways to look at something, I gravitated to the side of […]
Morning in life’s Autumns
July 7, 2016 My heart quivers it’s response to you- my soul shuddering as we give in to transitory joy Why is there always this ethereal treading water? dark clouds of emotions hovering over us…Be happy, my beloved.The scent of blueberry scones drifts infrom another room.We will have cup of Earl Grey tea, […]
With a little help from my friends
Each year,since 2004 I mark this, the date of my oldest son’s passing.I do not celebrate his death, only acknowledge that the mark he left on the earth was one of joy. His brother, his family and friends, and lover’s do the same I am certain. We remember his wit, his charm, his ability to […]
On this night in 1968
I calmed myself at this hour reading Rosemary’s Baby, a tale of Gothic horror by Ira Levin. The movie, if released, was not yet known to me. I was reading, awaiting my labor pains swell. Motherhood approaches. I hoped I was up to the challenge… So long I longed for you. another day would find […]
Warnings always came in whispers
Warnings always came in whispers Don’t Go Stop Stay Please No Yes Help Hush Wait Whispered warning signs of dread Breathed in silence in my head I still hear the silent screams in restless nightmares of my dreams Mother’s whispers through the mist Across eternities abyss Don’t Go Stop Stay Please No Yes Help Hush […]
Summer
it feels like she’s come too early summer/with her slatternly, gaping smile her too bright yellow view of the day summer/when some of us are broken our spirits crushed when all that is left are mud puddles and empty, hollow eyes.
Sadness
I have a sweet friend who is caught in the spiral of depression I know that vortex I know that fear I know that pain I send you stardust and fireflies not long ago we lay awake until the small hours of daylight becoming almost one with our memories I miss your voice sweet lady […]
The King
This time You gave me a Mountain It was a scorching Texas summer afternoon and I was in the pool. The water cold, taking the edge off what might turn into a tan once the sunburn healed…that never happened to me. Music was playing on the stereo on my balcony-three floors up. My bathing […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 