About Me~, Poetry, Writing

Flaws~

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Opposite Ends~

I’m a little confused I guess,
I don’t understand why.
Why you hurt me all the time,
and try to make me cry?
I know that I’m not perfect,
but I never claimed to be.
I only know one way to live,
And that’s just to be me.
I get that we’re polar opposites,
you’re the sun and sandy beach.
I’m winter cold and drifting,
the moon you cannot reach.
I’m sorry I can’t be the person,
that you need me to be,
I don’t know how to change it,
so I’m setting myself free.
I’m one thing and you’re another,
and I ‘m tired of playing games,
I ‘ll always be just who I am,
I’ll always be the same.
It hurts that you don’t want me,
but I have to let it go,
my heart can only take so much,
of this bruising in my soul.
So now you’re free to be the person,
that you want so much to be,
I’m just here in the shadows,
you don’t have to worry about me.
I’m going on with what I have,
and leaving you behind,
I hope you have much happiness,and peace to soothe your mind.
I’ll always have a prayer for you,
I know you’ll have the same,
I ‘ll keep the good times in my heart,
and won’t forget your name.
Ruby Jeanette Woods
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About Me~, Poetry, Writing

Forty -Nine~

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Stars Collide

Only sixteen, 

I was a mess of clumsy limbs, 

with my head going faster than my feet most days.

Tangled curls of black hair, forever in my eyes.

He was tall, 

his eyes as green as the leafy oaks in summer.

In that moment,

the world somehow seemed,

as if gravity were suddenly released .

And I knew, 

knew that if I didn’t make him mine,

I would fly off into space un-moored,

forever losing something 

cosmically wonderful.

So I took hold 

of his lumber-scarred hands,

and I’ve never let him go.

Ruby Jeanette Woods

Happiest of birthdays to the love of my life,

Thank you for all you are, and for making the world a kinder , gentler place.

I’m a better person because I know you.

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Hope Springs~

Hope Springs
Hope Springs
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
Robert Frost
I have always loved this quote from  Mr. Frost.  It is the very essence of the human condition, condensed into one sentence.  I have been physically ill, mentally exhausted, emotionally drained, and at the brink of death.  Lupus has taken me to the very depths of a place where I thought I could go no further, and yet I have.  I have learned things about myself, and even more about the human race than I ever thought possible. Many , many times I have had people tell me, “If anyone had an excuse to give up, you certainly have had!”  But I somehow cannot escape the fact , the simple overwhelming fact , that “Life is beautiful.” Tragic , sometimes, yes.  Hurtful, at times, definitely.  But through all the compounded agony, failures, and disasters, the fact remains, Life is beautiful. Beautifully flawed, but dusted with the sparkle of the most amazing people. Sprinkled throughout with the laughter of my children, the smiles of my husband, the gifts of God , jonquils bursting so joyfully through the unexpected snow we’ve had so late this Spring. A goofy joke told by a two year old , a wave from a complete stranger from across the room. A million small and magnificent things happening in their season, that make life this crazily gorgeous insanity that I am part of, and the million and one things I have to be grateful for.  
Ecclesiastes 3 

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:

So always remember , perhaps your time to laugh and dance are just around the corner, 

Never  give  up! 

About Me~, Poetry, Writing

Snow Days~

It’ s been so many days since I have  written here! I am seriously far behind! Things have been somewhat crazy here, we’ve had ice, snow, sleet, rain, and even more snow and ice for the last three weeks.  Very unusual weather for here in Arkansas , going on into the Spring season.  I am so ready for something warmer than frozen!  How about you guys? Are you all having a lot of winter precipitation ? Do you enjoy it? Or are you a sunshine, warmth and  flowers person?


On another note, I’ve had random snippets of poetry floating around in my head for a couple of months now. Bits of verse that are hovering around an idea trying to decide if they are going to coalesce or not.  Seeing all this weather just makes me feel slightly melancholy, and fills me with the urge to  somehow spin my colder thoughts into webs to keep me warm, if only for a little while.  So I just thought I’d share a completely out of the blue piece with you.  Hope you like it!

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I am trying to get back in the groove of writing every day, and hope my health holds to let me practice every single day again.  I hope today finds you all very blessed, whatever weather has come your way.  Thinking of you all , and am so glad I got to check back in with my favorite peeps! Here’s to spring and hoping that we get that much needed sunshine soon!


original art by Ruby Jeanette Woods

Aromas, San Benito Co., CA; 18 Sep 2008; ~3cm wingspan.

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