Winter Friday Night…

January 21, 2011

finds me here at home checking e-mail. With the dog. Alone. Bored. Plenty to do. I just don’t want to do THAT stuff; housework can wait. Listening to some blues on the radio. This station has a variety of music. Blue’s, bluegrass (LOVE), gospel, and who knows what else. This is just the ones I’ve heard. Being home tonight makes me long for the days of youth. I used to think , “How in the world do you stay home on a Friday night?!?” Little did I realize…

Made me up a poem/song last night. I have been in this mood for a bit. It’s not something I’ve really ever done before, so it was a stretch.   That’s something  that I want to continue to do, otherwise I tend to stagnate. So far this year I’ve managed to keep myself busy with a little ‘newness’ here and there. Like it. Doing it. Living it.

Self Note…

January 19, 2011

To See One’s Face

And Touch One’s Hand

Is Better Than Words

Written In The Sand

–copyright 2011  Rebecca Webb

Ancient Eyes…

January 2, 2011

Stare silently, searing behind eyelids

a darkness so deep into the conscienceness

of one’s heart, who knows

the dreams and hopes of long ago lessons

into the mind’s of youth and trusting

till the completeness is made secure

even till the body lies still

copyright 2011 –By Rebecca Webb