I dance a cappella
moving to the rhythm of my heart
you glance my way with an encouraging smile
invading my space without leaving an imprint
I speak to you in a language you can’t hear
drowning in your shallows
yearning for depths
You stare
bewildered
as my face turns blue
“Just A Dial Tone” ©Cee Hunter October 2017
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No more waiting
for the people to show
the music to start
Anticipation is a gambler’s hand at the end of the night
and I don’t care for the odds
The stage is set
It’s time to go on.
“What Are You Waiting For?” ©Cee Hunter October 2017
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The scent of rain subtle yet satisfying a comforting reminder to rest take a break, take a load off stay inside under covers as healing waters wash away worries and regrets
or
sit outside en plein air a front row seat for the lights and sound nature show. Bring it on, Mother!
I’ve spent my life seeking your approval
needing your validation to be worthy
your love to be lovable
I was beautiful if you thought so
a good friend if you chose to spend your time with me
Now I know
The only approval I need is my own
The love I can’t live without is mine
Beauty is what I decide it is
I may not be your first choice
That’s okay
I choose myself.
“Choices” ©Cee Hunter June 17, 2018
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I see you behind me
but I don’t know why you’re there
Do you like where I’m heading?
Do you want to come along?
Do we have similar interests?
We could share along the way
Or are you hoping to take the lead?
Do you want me to follow you?
“Following?” ©Cee Hunter May 29, 2018
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Writing inspires me... To mow the lawn Water the flowers Wash the dishes Send a text Take a picture Basically, do anything else, but write 😚 “The White Pelican is Back!” ©Cee Hunter May 10, 2018 For more of Cee’s writing (yes, she does eventually get around to it), check out “Family Secrets”
“Any Way You Want it” was playing when you came up to me on the dance floor, and asked, “Would you like to dance?”
“I am dancing,” I replied. “Would you like to join me?”
You stayed “Faithfully” by my side like someone “Stone In Love.”
But your “Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’” impeded my movement.
You were “Living On A Prayer.”
You didn’t understand that I was a soloist, in love with the dance.
I was never meant to be “Jesse’s Girl.”
“Songs From My Past” ©Cee Hunter May 8, 2018
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Thanks @writerscreed. This was a fun one.
When time flies
the toddler who hates nap time
becomes the teenager falling asleep in class.
The college student partying all night while still maintaining her GPA
becomes the mother climbing the corporate ladder
and rushing home to make dinner.
The man forced into retirement
replaced by someone less experienced
finally slows down long enough to look around.
Sees the life he’s been given
and prays for more years to enjoy it.
“When Time Flies” ©Cee Hunter May 3, 2018
Photo ©Megan Peacock Photography
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Walking In A Springtime Wonderland...
©Cee Hunter April 30, 2018
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The conflagration seen for miles
Who knew how fast a mind could burn?
One spark
One scent
One familiar scene
All hell breaks loose
Emergency exits light the way
Abandon all
Nothing remains
Except the Soul
Survivor
Saved by fire
“Memories On Fire” ©Cee Hunter April 15, 2018
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I tried to capture
Sun
shining diamonds on dancing Waters
Spring’s
warm breath caressing my shoulders
Laughter
echoing round full wine glasses
Smile’s
joy inspired by Friendship’s empathy
Learning instead
The most precious of Life’s moments can’t be digitized
Only gently cradled in the heart
“Analog” ©Cee Hunter April 12, 2018
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I gazed at my reflection displeased to see her looking back at me. She wasn’t like the girls I’d seen displayed in glossy magazines. She curved in places they were straight. It didn’t matter what she ate. I looked at her and said, “you’re fat,” you should be ashamed to look like that. I said it every day for years, often times through messy tears. My body changed, my mind did not. The message ingrained, never forgot. One day the scales fell off my eyes, and I beheld a great surprise. I had become what I had feared. I hadn’t noticed because year-by-year. The mirror of my mind complied, and a larger image it had supplied. What was a lie had now come true. That’s what lying to a mirror will do to you. ©Cee Hunter
“You won’t tell, will you?
Let’s keep it between us.”
I don’t want anyone to know.
People will think it’s my fault.
Better to hide behind a smile.
Pretend nothing’s changed.
It’s hard to smile behind a mask.
Laughter becomes choking.
Innocence dies
a horrific death
What do I cling to now that trust is shattered?
How can I grasp with bleeding hands, cut by the shards?
“For Bonnie” ©Cee Hunter, June 2017
Read more of Bonnie’s story in my book, “Family Secrets”
The scenes are different, but the soul crushing fear is the same
I’m trapped in a cage of compassion
worried about everyone, but me
Only this time the familiar feelings trip an alarm
alerting my mind to the violation
I pick the lock with a hair pin
And rescue myself from your clutches.
“Familiar, but I’m Different” ©Cee Hunter March 30, 2018
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Always alone in the trenches
until you took up the fight
Walking together into battle
victory was assured
In the silent moments
when the guns quieted
and the smoke cleared
I saw my likeness in your face,
recognized a familiar timbre in your voice
I began to hope
to dream of life beyond war
But this is not a fairytale,
the sunset of our days blinded us
and we stumbled in opposite directions
Sometimes I wish I believed in reincarnation
just so I could cling to the hope that
in one of our lifetimes
the cards of fate line up
and we will be together
Or if not that,
to at least have another chance
to not lean in.
“Love Ruined Us, Or Was It Just Me?” ©Cee Hunter March 26, 2018
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