Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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My Feelings Never Wane

I’d fight with fire just to get close to you…

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My feelings

those deep, dark, passionate

delicious feelings

relentless wants

undying needs

of desire ~ love ~ lust

never wane

they pulse pizzicato, firm and strong

stronger

flowing thru me, vibrating my being

sighing touching tasting streaming

My thoughts never stop touching

searching for yours

My lips never stop aching

throbbing for a taste, a bite

a lingering lick of your skin

My body never stops humming, quivering

burning to feel your lips once more

and though life is so busy, insanely so right now,

it never drives me to distraction

only you commit that crime

though I am under the weather

oh so tired, I fall into bed as if a rag doll

knowing you breathe and exist

knowing you live in my world

you are my forever breath of life

You are my muse, my poetry

my inspiration, my desire, my delight

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*top image by serge marshennikov

* bottom photo mine

 

 


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Easter Eggs 2017

I love dying Easter eggs with my kids.  Now that they’re older it’s more fun, actually.  It’s become a family tradition (I hope) of having fun, hanging out, being creative together.

I used to only dye my eggs one color.  Never thought out of the box. My kids are out of the box thinkers and my, my, my how high and colorful their thoughts fly!

My children are my masterpiece.  My children teach me in every way.  My children are artist and canvas.  My children open my eyes to a brave new world of possibility. My children are me loved into reality.

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Niki ❤

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When You Read Me

 

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When you read me

I feel so beautiful

 

It’s this surreal thing

an intimacy

a happening

 

It’s pure desire

an eternal Spring

your mind reading mine

 

I rejoice in you

seeing me

 

You gift me part of you

a precious piece

I love to need

When you read me

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©justagirllost2 

*photo mine


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I See

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When the earth is veiled beneath magic

Heaven’s water droplets of fog

A mist brings blindness to the corruption of man

That’s when my heart flees from my mind

My body sighs as it follows my whims

My racing legs meet wet grass amidst tombstones

I cannot be without the within

of this place of fairy tales and greys

this place where time stands still

where spirits play

where every intrusion disappears

and all that’s left is purity of nothingness

Purity of silence that used to be

before civilizations cacophony

blazed trails of destruction

I feel the dew drip upon me

surrounding me in pieces of soul

of ghosts disembodied yet whole

and for once, for one brief moment,

I am at peace

I see only nature without beams & wires

without man made contrivances

I see only Beauty of lives in an eternal earth

beneath a sun that forever lives

I see me, you, us, all in a dream that is the true reality

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©justagirllost2 

*photo mine

 


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Never Shy

 

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Though the flowers shy from the sun

You are too filled with love to hide

your beauty from the light

Never be afraid of your song

Forever sing out loud

Never dull your shine

Forever live undone

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©justagirllost2 

*photo mine


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Maggie, our new kitty

This is Maggie, my youngest daughter’s new kitten.

Maggie loves to play and sleep all day

I hope she stays that way, except the meowing

a bit too loudly at night…

that’s my sleeping time

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©justagirllost2

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To A Cat

by Jorge Luis Borges
 Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand.
 You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time.
 You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.


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Christmas to me 🎄

Christmas to me  is always magical.  Even when I’m feeling like a Scrooge. 🎄

Christmas somehow manages to get beneath my skin and throw goodwill and cheer in there with all the rest of forgotten memories.

Like Midnight Mass every year when I was little.  My mom waking me and getting me dressed to attend the most beautiful Mass of the year.  I remember thinking real angels were singing in the choir above and I loved so very much the procession outside and being able to finally see the baby Jesus lying in His creche.  It was somber, beautiful, joyful and beyond words.

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Those mornings waking to see that Santa had passed and even if what wasn’t on my list was under the tree, I still adored it all.

I’ve never grown out of Christmas.  Even though the early mornings are NOT my thing, I still muster up the strength to wake up and get ready to act happy as my children are when they see the gifts under the tree.

This year, for the first time, my son won’t be here.  He’s with his dad this Christmas.  His youngest sister opted out and the judge didn’t make her go, but my son did the right thing and took the bullet for her.  I hope he has fun and I miss him more than I can write or express in speaking.  Christmas won’t be the same without him here.  But, I still love it.

I love how people are so much nicer when shopping or just out and about.  It reminds me that there is so much good-will in this world.  It reminds me to be a better me.

I love all the Christmas shows on TV.  How can you not???  I love them all.  The old, the beautiful, the cheesy, all of them remind me to smile.

I love decorating and sitting downstairs in the evenings just enjoying the lights and the quiet.  It’s soothing and spiritual and special.  There is nothing like it.

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I love shopping for trees.  Even though I hate thinking of them chopped and lonely waiting for someone to buy them, I always wish they were still in a forest somewhere, but I still shop and look for and find and will  patiently wait for the PERFECT tree. Like we did this year.  My mom was in a ‘mood’, par and course for her lately, and wanted to leave because we had to wait for the poor overworked manager to help us, but I said, “NO! We’ve found the perfect tree and we’ll wait to take it home, end of story.” I apologized profusely to the manager and I said a prayer for him and his family. (Old age is never an excuse to be mean) imho   🙂

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Here’s our tree and this year I decided to put only ornaments that were homemade, or significant.  The special ones, no theme, no garland, just ornaments from all of the kids and me.  I most love the paper and cut-out ones they made when they were so small.  The ones with their pictures on them, the ones they balk at. The dough star tied with yarn. Those make me smile most.

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I love that my crazy mother is giving my youngest daughter a kitten this year without asking me.  I don’t mind, I adore kittens and my daughter has never really had a pet all her very own.  This Christmas morning will be memorable indeed.  🙂

I love how on Christmas Eve it’s a time to just stay home and hunker in.  While the rest of the world shops last minute frantically, we can do nothing but enjoy Christmas music and hot chocolate on this year’s balmy day 0f 70 degrees.  (the South never fails to be  unseasonably warm inappropriately)

I just love Christmas and I always will.

I hope yours is the most beautiful, peace-filled, glorious one and that you receive all the joy and happiness you need.  God Bless you!

Love and Peace,

Niki  🎄 💕

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