Contentment
For many years I have dreamed of retiring to a small village in the Alps, probably Italian. I’m not particular about where, although I prefer no snow. In my fantasy it is always warm, not hot or cold. I live in a small villa, with vineyards on one side of my mountain and sheep grazing the other side.
I begin my daily routine with a walk to the small local village with my basket on my arm. I gather my supplies for the day; bread, cheese, vegetables, and wine. I stop at the cafe and drink espresso and visit with the locals before I begin my walk home. As I make my way home I gather wildflowers and place them in my basket. I sit on a large boulder along the narrow road and watch the sheep wander the hillside. I daydream about painting the scene knowing that I never will. I have my camera with me at all times and see much of my world through it’s lens.
I spend my days gardening,reading. and writing on the terrace that overlooks the valley below. I sip wonderful wine in the evening as I watch the sunset. My dogs and I are very content here with our tranquil life style and have no desire for anything else. We love company and welcome visitors to our home. Won’t you come soon?
Tag dreams
Empty pillow
I dreamt about you last night
I’m sure a smile upon my face
When I woke and saw your empty
pillow that smile was replaced
Longing, hurt, and lonliness
that partial list of pain
When again will I wake
and have that smile remain
Falling out of bed
I fell out of bed this morning, got up and went to shower
I’m soaping up my body, lovely, long and lean
It takes a while to shampoo all this hair hanging down my back
I glide out of the shower, towel wrap my head
I dry my body briskly and turn around to preen
I wipe the moisture from the mirror, I let out a scream
The woman looking back at me is not the one I’ve seen
She’s old and badly wrinkled, gray hair and a moustache
Seems when I fell out of bed I fell into a dream
Tiny kisses
I feel your tiny kisses as they’re smothering my face
the corners of my mouth turn up at the feel of your embrace
Enjoying your warm breath as I feel it in my ear
the sensations of your warm hands as they caress my skin
The firm insistence of your knees between my trembling thighs
the warm saltiness of my teardrops as they escape my eyes
I prolong opening my morning eyes for I know that you’re not here
When did you leave, or did I go, it’s not clear in my mind
How did you get so far ahead while I was left behind
Victoria@2013
Victoria Feathers 