My name is Guadalupe Macias but you can call me Guady. I am 51 yrs fabulous and mother to a budding 22 year old actress. I am a physician with a passion for writing that was sparked when I was 9 yrs old and my 2nd grade teacher gave the assignment to write a poem. My blogs are about various topics but all connected with the thread of love. Love for the arts, self-love, love for life, love of nature, love of the flesh and love that’s goes beyond this realm. Why? Because of love.
Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt
Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend
So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it! I too am jaded.
Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.
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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G
Standing at the door not knowing whether to stay or go. I loved you once but now I just don’t know. Sometimes I want to walk out but I stop and think of all we’ve been through. The laughter echoes while tears fall upon my face. I can’t shake the pain. Now there’s only disdain.
Should I assuage myself by pretending it never occurred? Could I remain at bay when your gusts of inconsistencies bludgeoned my hull and my rudders? I’m so lost I shudder.
Yet here I stand with each foot juxtaposed before the door. I long for peace and happiness that comes from being apart. I’m frightened to go and frightened to stay. Is it possible any other way? Is it?
When I’m in a slumber I dream of running outside and bursting into laughter. That would bring me great joy. Do I dare do it? Is this a game? Am I the toy? What to employ?
I realize I must make a choice to leave or stay. This causes such dismay! I have been yelling for you to go but it is I that must decide. The more I knew you the less I knew myself! My soul has left and I must follow.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G
I am happy to state that my divorce was amicable. I love his new wife and son. My ex-mother-in-law never stopped loving me. We always kept in contact and despite having advanced Alzheimers she would sometimes share lucid moments with me. She recently passed on and I miss her. My ex-father in law always would call to check on me. He was such a funny guy and he passed on various years before his wife. I will write a blog just about them in the future.
I spent countless hours in search of you. I lost sleep making me befuddled I even cried. I wasn’t going to just let anyone share my bed. Then our paths traversed.
Nightly you warm my bed during these subzero temperatures. Having you around keeps me tepid as a tea that is ready to be sipped. Having you wrapped around my shivering body ahhhhh. I get angst at having to depart from you come the break of dawn.
You are dependable. Every night you spend with me, you never falter. Your touch is gentle. The way you caress every inch of me elates me immensely. Others before you tried but they were cheap imitations. There is and will always be only one you. You are real and you are mine.
I especially love it when you press yourself against my face. I don’t care that parts of you feel fuzzy. You smell amazing too. You have been in my bed many nights and I will never tire of you. You may be older but I will never replace you for I’ve grown very attached to you. I know that come summer you have to go away but I know I will see you again come winter.
Thank you sincerely for being my warm durable comforter.
As I walk on this barren wintry land my nose has reddened, my extremities have frost bitten and my body has become numb yet I am warmed with thoughts of you.
Fluidity 