Super September & Opaque October

Hi Everyone! 

Well it appears I missed September altogether. Ha! The blog was lonely, so I will allow September to cuddle up with October, and mesh them together.  

September was a fun and busy month. Our weather was still spectacular, allowing us a couple more days of boating and sunshine, and several more motorcycle rides.  

We rode to the annual "Oyster Run" in Anacortes WA. This is the largest motorcycle run in the Pacific Northwest. 

These 3 crazies are known as the "Triplets" My two great friends, (from left to right) Joy, Craig, and of course me.  

Just a glimpse of a couple blocks of bikes at the Oyster Run. Many more blocks in either direction, FUN! 

Oh, and speaking of fun.... check this out. The Seattle Cossacks. Do not try this at home.  

It was necessary to finish this trip off with a little wine tasting in Winthrop WA 

Yes, that's what wine will do to you :)  

October, well what can I say about October. Blah! Fall is here. However it does produce beautiful colors. I'm not a fan of the cold therefore, I may need relocate for the winter (dreaming). Although in all seriousness, it will be good for my writing. Staying in with hot steamy cocoa all cozy in my office. 

My writing continues on a daily basis. I find the challenge of balancing writing and creating new poems, with putting my next book together.  The latter I need to start focusing on more. Time to pull up my cowgirl boot straps! 

My heartfelt thanks go out to all of my readers for your continued support and encouragement. Without you what's the point? :) 

I will leave you with this thought and poem from my next book ~ 

Comfort ~ (Triolet) 

"I hear his voice, it speaks to me. 

It touches deep, and love I see. 

His warmth surrounds my ever cell. 

I hear his voice, it speaks to me. 

His touch undoes all my worries. 

In his chest, my face I bury. 

I hear his voice it speaks to me. 

It touches deep, and love I see." 

© All Rights Reserved P.S. Rowland 

Forever Yours - A Poem by Dustin Matthews

Please enjoy this lovely poem submitted by Dustin Matthews. He resides in NYC where he has the privilege of meandering around Central Park in all its glory and romance.

FOREVER YOURS

I stare at you from a distance.

My heart keeps you close in mind.

No matter how far away you appear,

you're always right here in my soul.

So next time you see me from afar,

know that I'm with YOU in your heart.

That's the way WE are,

when soul mates are apart.

© All Right Reserved Dustin Matthews

New Poem "Complete" (Triolet- French form of poetry)

My love for him deepens each day

He pieces me back together

His heart in me is here to stay

My love for him deepens each day

He makes me free to be myself

I feel whole within his embrace

My love for him deepens each day

He pieces me back together

Double Nickels

Double nickels wise and true.

Complications, that make me blue.

Integrity tested throughout my soul.

It appears as though I’ve lost my goal.

Ripples of passion against my heart.

Am I headed for a brand new start?

I gaze around at all I see.

I wonder what is wrong with me.

The toll it takes is wearing me down.

I speak the words, do you hear my sound?

Thunder in his soul, as he looks at me,

rattles my cage, and then sets me free.

M.W.P. - A poem dedicated to my brother who lost his fight with heroin at age 46.

Today I think of you,

so many years have past.

The picture of your face,

in my mind will always last.

Such wasted years we had,

miles apart were we.

The house was filled with two,

oh I wish it had been three.

Your pain was not your own,

I shared it every day.

I’d wish that you were clean,

I hoped, I begged, and prayed.

Then one day you were gone.

The call came in the night. 

I laid in bed and cried,

till the darkness turned to light.

Each year on this day,

you’re heavy on my heart.

But one day soon I know,

you’ll have a brand new start.

I love you Mickey

"Willow Dreams" by Timothious Clayton Smith

I am pleased to introduce Timthious Clayton Smith, a talented writer, and poet. He has submitted a lovely poem, I would like to showcase this month. You can read more of his work at Poems by Timothious



Timothious Clayton Smith was born in North Kansas City, Missouri. Timothious and his brothers were often read to by their mother. And although their mother tried to read the normal children's books, they craved more, resulting in being read to from whatever she was currently reading. This meant bedtime stories where normally something from Edgar Allen Poe or the like. 

Willow Dreams

By Timothious

Oaken embers glow in the hearth

The smell of beechnut flavored beer

Dogwoods flower and perfume the earth

And what do Willows dream, dear?

They dream to be women

To have their beauty and grace

To lure to taunt and lures of men

But most of all to have your face.

They dream of your fair skin

Of drinking deep the pools of your eyes

Of the looks you bring from men

Even your sorrows, your tears and cries

They dream of being like you 

They wish for your smile 

And even your beauty true

Your nose, your lips and to laugh just awhile

They dream of your hair 

How they wish it could be 

They would grow it long with care

So for the beauty of all to see

But they know it cannot be 

So, they wait by the stream

And let their dreams flow to the sea

But of only you do they dream

“Animated August”

Hello my friends!

The flurry of August has jumped in with two feet, and rushed right past me. 

This was a busy time for our household. Filled with friends, family, tiny “I love you grandma” voices, food, wine, laughter, and joy. 

Since August 1st we’ve had the privilege of overnight guests every weekend. We've enjoyed the activities of the Omak Stampede, and World Famous Suicide Race. 

In addition to all that excitement we experienced two haboobs! Now that was a first! 

The rest of the month continued in this pattern.

My writing is pushing forward. My second book is taking on a life of it’s own. Slowly morphing into a theme of emotions, which for me has been very revealing. With each realization comes more excitement.

Stay tuned, and keep cool in this heat, and unpredictable summer weather…. and most importantly,  never let the passion die. 

I'm Home by Carl Joseph Roberts

I’m pleased to introduce Carl Joseph Roberts. He has submitted a lovely poem, I would like to showcase this month. 

Born, and raised just outside of Columbus, Ohio, he comes from a long family line of Police Officers, and currently is continuing on in that tradition. He also invests in homes, rehabs and re-sells them.  He has one child, his greatest accomplishment in life, who is now grown, and attending college. His grandfather introduced him to poetry, and it is now one of his biggest passions. Please support this very talented poet. You can see other works of his at http://hellopoetry.com/carl-joseph-roberts/

I’m Home

I got my own place today

And I did this without you

Turned the key and unlocked the door

And saw an empty room

The empty room reminded me

That although you won't be there

I'll have the chance to fill the room

With memories I'll hold dear

I can paint the walls in colors

Bright and pleasing to my eyes

Cover up past pain and hurt

Now knowing I'll survive

I can look out each new window

Or look in and see the view

And never see a memory

Of the times I spent with you

I will hang my pictures on the walls

And let your memory fade from view

Now rearrange my future

And allow for something new

This new place I have I will call home

Where new memories will be made

And it all began when I turned that key

As I walked in today

I'm Home

July Joys ~

July Joys ~

Happy steamy, hot July to you!

Here in Eastern WA we are dealing with triple digit temps, and smoke filled air due to many wildfires. 

On a personal note, my ankle is healing well. I’m now down to a small ankle support type contraption. I’ve been told I’m not the best patient in the world in terms of compliance.  Who would have known that it was a no no to start riding the Harley four days after my fracture, in addition to boating, and jet skiing…. Hmmm well OK then… good thing I survived! :)

On the writing scene, things are moving along. Magnificent creations are flowing from my psyche, filling pages upon pages of words, and thoughts, to bring out the emotions you so long to discover. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around a theme, and presentation for the whole manuscript. In time, it will reveal itself to me, and that my friends is when the fun will begin.

Have a fun filled and safe July!