I Bid You A Most Anxious Adieu

I could write a post about how horrible 2012 has been to me and my immediate family. Oh the stuff I could tell you about how our lives have been riding on a Friday-the-13th-like-existence since February straight through to the now impending fiscal cliff. Yeah, it’s been that bad. From a loss of one kind to another loss of a different kind to yet another loss and all the mental anguish to go with it, our family has been through it.

And even as I write this, not knowing what the future holds, I’m trying to look on the bright side. I know it seems impossible but the next year has to be better than this one, doesn’t it? There is no way we could survive another year-long downward spiral. There has to be an upside to all of this.

And yet, every day I’ll read a story of someone else’s

“Eternal Tryst”

The first time I saw
You walk in, all else
Fell away from the room,
From this world.
I felt captivated and hopelessly meek.

Passion filled embraces followed
By erotically laced nights, and all else
Existed recklessly without regard,
Without devout caution.
We were mindlessly immersed in heat.

When you captured me into
Your sensual being, all else
Fell into place within my heart,
Within this realm.
I felt blissfully and willingly weak.

Our love affair conquered
Time's endless tests, and all else
Were insignificant obstacles,
Unwavering stumbles.
We were breathlessly complete.

Copyright © 2012-2014 – Melissa Kinnel [All Rights Reserved]

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A Cover Is Not Always What It Seems

Picture courtesy of Amazon

The other day while flipping channels, I came across one of my all-time favorite movies, Forrest Gump. I’ve seen it a gazillion numerous times. And no, I’ve never read the book for which the movie is based for fear it would *air quotes* taint *air quotes* my endearment for the film.

Anyway, using the movie as an excuse not to write (don’t judge me), I snuggled down in the comfort of my bed for the next several hours losing myself in the world of Forrest and his adventures, laughing and crying all the way.

Afterwards, I thought about the reasons why I loved the movie so much. I mean, was it the way Forrest is placed into various historical events over several decades and, in some instances, unwittingly influences the outcomes of the events? I mean, Nixon and the Watergate one makes me howl with laughter every time. Could it be his heroic stance in the Vietnam War where, in his effort to save his friend, Bubba’s life, he pulls most of the men from his platoon to safety without regard to his own life? Or is it the way Forrest earnestly narrates his life’s story on a public bench to a rotating line-up of waiting bus patrons? Maybe

“Love Finale”

Feeling regret

About this thing we had;

This thing

That used to be passionate,

Used to…

Feel incomparable.

Feeling regret

About the thing we shared;

The thing

That used to be ecstasy,

Used to…

Feel incredible.

Feeling regret

About the thing we nurtured;

This thing

That used to be unending,

Used to…

Feel resplendent.

Feeling regret

About the thing we cherished;

The thing

That used to be unrehearsed,

Used to…

Feel exclusive.

Feeling no regret

About the thing we smothered;

The thing

That used to be our love,

Used to…

Feel like suffocation.

Copyright © 2012-2014 – Melissa Kinnel [All Rights Reserved]

Everything Is Coming Up Apples and Oranges

Why can’t I get a little praise and gratitude over here? I mean, come on, I think I deserve a little recognition…just a little. I’ll take a corner, a crumb, or even a small dot the size of an ant if that’s all that’s available. Just give me something.

But noooo! When my hubby aka Daddy is around, I gets no love. Nothing! Nada! Zilch! My kids, I believe, see right through me when in the presence of the almighty Da Da. Yes,

The green-eyed monster

it’s hard to believe a seven- and five-year-old would be so cruel, but it’s true.

I wash their clothes,