A Wedding

Here I am sitting in the airport in Kansas City, MO waiting for my plane to head west. The moment has finally arrived, after so many unexpected delays and set-backs.

Last night Topeka had several fierce storms blow through, bringing winds, torrential rain, lightning, thunder and hail. There were weather advisories for tornados and flooding.
Not to say I was stressed out, anymore so, than I've already been as the final countdown begins to the "Big Day".
But I really did want to get a good night's sleep, so I'd look bright-eyed and bushy tailed for my trip, instead of being that sleep deprived hag that stared back at me in the mirror this morning.

Thank goodness this wedding isn't "All about Me"! Nope, all eyes will be focused on the beautiful bride, my daughter, Tara and her handsome husband-to-be, Chris.

And what does it really matter that I'll have not just one, but two ex-husbands at the wedding? I promised Tara that I would be on my most charming behavior during the ceremony and reception to follow. I can do that! I've learned from the pros (my dad) how to be suave and debonair during moment's of undue stress. HA!
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Before I could finish this blog, my plane boarded and not wanting to miss out on picking a good seat, I tossed the laptop back in my bag and rushed to stand in line.

Why is it, that no matter where I select to sit on a plane, I will always ended up next to the crying baby? I wouldn't mind a few sniffles on take off and landing, but the whole trip?!?!?!  I really need some total noise destroying earphones!

The Essence of M

The Essence of M

Her face is a Waterhouse painting.

Timeless beauty, classic art,

But looks can be deceiving

something beyond Man's perceiving.

When you think you know her,

I beg, think again.

Unveil one mystery, more riddles, further hidden.

She's the veritable onion's skin,

peel away a layer, reveal darker depths within.

Under her soft alabaster veneer

hides a woman with a spine,

a forged titanium spear.

Mistake her for a bit of fluff

Blood may spill when she calls your bluff.

Innocent smile, sweet spring flower

hides a mind of exceptional power

Demeen or call her "babe, hon or sugar"

She'll slit your chauvinistic throat

then wield the knife at evening's dinner.

She paints her world with chromatic flair

surrounded by the unique and rare.

The woman's an enigma, a goddess, that's true.

But, Hecate or Aphrodite

which face will she show you?

© Diana 2010

My Reverie - words for a song

He walked into the room
and my heart lost a beat
His smile, so beautiful and sweet
still I forgot to breathe.
I see us on a sandy beach
underneath a full moon's glow
His touch, perfectly divine.
I thrill that he's all mine.
I feel his silken lips touch me,
but then he speaks my name
breaking through my reverie.

My Reverie
It's not a memory
only a forbidden dream
of what will never be.

Reality steps in
Affix my sunny grin
I crack a little joke
a cover for a heart
that's broke.
Please don't let him see
into my reverie.

My Reverie
It's not a memory
only a forbidden dream
of what will never be.

He walked into the room
a very married man.
For everyone to see
his world's his family.
So what's a girl to do?
Each day that I live through
the only thing that belongs to me
is this cursed reverie.

My Reverie
It's not a memory
only a forbidden dream
of what can never be.

© Diana 2007, edited May 2010

Mother's Share

Mother’s Share

© Diana May 2010

In the shelter

of your arms

I felt safe

from peril and harm.

No monster would dare,

else be vanquished by

your laser beam stare.

You had eyes

in the back

of your head,

The kind that saw
everything
a teenager did,
filling my mind
with nail-biting dread.

Your sage advice
never came
with a set price.
Seldom heeded,
would not appreciate
but always did I pay
the lesson
was learned
way too late
in the day.

Time flits
and I step
into your shoes.
Hear your words
easily slip
through my own
aging lips.
My hands slide
to either side
of thickened hips,
while growing
extra eyes
to see through
my young one's
glib lies.

I blinked.
Years flew past.
Once more
desire to feel
my cheek
kissed.
Hear your voice
call me,
it's grievously
missed.
I know now
how much
you did care,
that you loved me
a mother's
full share.