I think it’s time to renew my journey. I’ve had a long enough hiatus (creative block?) and need to get back to blogging. Writing. Posting.

Until I find my rhythm, whether it will be daily or weekly or something in-between, I will post random stuff–ramblings, older poems and hopefully that will spur new ones!

Aug. 2013, waiting for the birth of my first grandchild:
Baby girl:

I can’t wait to cradle you in my arms,
to feel the sweet smoothness
of your velvety baby cheeks,
to count your wee little fingers,
your tender baby toes.

I wonder the colour of your eyes,
and the hue of the soft, fuzzy down
on your tiny head.

I want to smell
the warm, lullaby-baby scent
of mama’s milk and powdered talc,
sunshine and rain.

I want to hear your voice,
from faint whimpers of discontent,
to soft mewlings
that quickly turn to angry wails.

I didn’t anticipate
to feel the soul-ache of motherhood,
the remembrance of my own babies’ births.

I didn’t know
that I could feel such heart-bursting love
for someone I haven’t even met,
yet.

I long
for your arrival.

pb-2013

 

What draws you to the meadows,
little girl…
one photograph after another, of open fields
and tiny fists clenching wildflowers–
weeds to anyone else,
but their petals beckon me.
Who loves me,
who loves me not…

Wandering in fields of green,
I can breathe in the perfume of flowers
and grass.
Run free, little foal.

I search…
for what, I don’t know–
peace in nature,
soothing smells, sounds;
a breeze blowing away worries
that little minds should never have.

I look for simple beauty, bracelets
made from tiny daisies,
fragile as my heart.

I find a respite
from what my soul can’t bear,
my pure mind can’t understand.

Even now, when I see a field, I get the urge
to run free.

©PB–2007

Hello world!

This is always an awkward moment…the first blog. Not that I’m new to blogging, having had an account on another blog site. But after a year and half over there, I decided to stretch out a bit. Discover some new things.

So here I am.

Yes, my real name is Piroska. It is Hungarian for “Little Red Riding Hood”. Imagine going through life as a fairy tale character!

I will be posting mainly poetry, interspersed with ramblings and the occasional rant…and maybe a book referral or two.

So bear with me, for the next few blogs, until I get used to this format…this site. I suppose I’ll learn as I go.