Thursday, September 26, 2013

Day Break

All the things I want to say
play musical chairs
in my frontal lobe.
Questions older than dirt
 swirl as though
 typhoon swept,
 landing here, there,
 places hard to reach,
 yet always easy
 to hear
 in the dying wind.
Is it, did we,
 when, if,
 Surely time will tell
 when light returns
 and day breaks.

  ©Peggy Eldridge-Love 2013

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A Widow's Whisper

I used to be
the most important person
in the world
to someone.
Not anymore.
Now I am
a fleeting thought perhaps
on an otherwise
unhurried day
once in a while.
I used to think
I’d grow accustom
to knowing that.
Now I realize
I was really,
really, really

©Peggy Eldridge-Love 2013 
Photo Credits: Peggy Love

Monday, September 23, 2013

Real Pulp

Letters splattered across sacrificed trees
Pressed down, squeezed to pulp
Bear the stains of the pains
That claw forth in single syllables,
Four letter cries for mercy.

Peggy Eldridge-Love 2013

Friday, September 20, 2013

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

How to Feel Better about Yourself in 5 Seconds!

How to Feel Better about Yourself in 5 Seconds!

Inhale and exhale. There's nothing more relevant to feeling alive than breathing...Enjoy!
This started off as a quirky little wake-up I posted to Facebook this morning, but the more I thought about it the more it resonated with me. How easily we take for granted the gift of breath, the wonder of life, and the joy of living. How amazing that we do.
If we are plugged in to any form of media, whether TV, radio or the Internet, we are bombarded with the heart wrenching news of how many of our fellow human beings aren't able to exercise this privilege any longer, often due to unexpected circumstances, far too frequently due to tragedy or crime. How are we processing those realities? Where are we filing that knowledge away? Do we really know?
Is our grant of a brand new day something that truly penetrates our inner levels of gratitude, a fact that we recognize for some unique reason we have again been privileged, or that we understand is a wondrous continuous opportunity to do something that will improve our own life, the life of those we know and love, and the world we still abide in? It should be.

Do it. Inhale and then exhale gratitude for your 'now'. If you feel the rush of that knowledge make each one you find yourself aware of today a memorable contribution to your being. It uniquely belongs to you and you uniquely belong to life.

©Peggy Eldridge-Love 2013

Wednesday, September 18, 2013



Moments circle
the mantel clock
tick by tick
yet it stutters,
hesitates like a comedian
skilled at timing
for shock value
when truth is funny
only because its pain
dangles like long blond
tendrils on a tie-dyed
brunette in a rewound
nightmare with staring
roles played by men
with gavels, women
with high pitched voices
staring down hope
with dead blue eyes
on a Dali canvass.

©Peggy Eldridge-Love 2013

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Tuesday, September 10, 2013


Two poems from 9/11

No Thought of Surrender
(Written September 11, 2001)

Anguish spreads blood red
across heart and mind
numb with inability to
comprehend the unrightable
written eternally
on our national psyche.
Never began today with
blue sky and warm
smiles and no thought
of nightmares raining
ash and cinder,
no thought of surrender
of all we once knew
as norm.
Our knees bend with
involuntary motion, while
our souls roil in
and blood red images
of all we hold sacred, dear,
safe, secure
spreads across our broken hearts
and minds and the cry rises
in unity:
dear God help us.

Peggy Eldridge-Love

For This Purpose

(Written in response to September 11, 2001)

We grapple, of the opinion
there are answers buried deep
in the inner linings of
our experience.

We are humbled, broken into
shards of the humanity
we had almost forgotten
was the purpose
of our being here.

Peggy Eldridge-Love

These two poems I included in my first poetry collection, "You Beckon". They were a direct response and reaction to September 11, 2001. Thank you for allowing me to revisit and share them with you today on this twelfth anniversary of that horrific event. We are still searching for the same answers we found ourselves asking that first day.

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