Two Paths

Two Paths

Two-Paths ….  A heroine’s journey … A STORY by Marilyn A WilsonRising from the embers of the FireHeld deep in the Earth’s rich belly.Breaking through the chill of the dark Waters and tip-toeing atop the Great White’s exposed fins .. lifting and dipping, gaining...
New Directions

New Directions

You think you are starting in a new directionI see a clear path walkedYou think your choices lacked conscious thoughtI see choice made intuitivelyYou think years were lost while searchingI see lessons learned providing great wisdomYou think you failed in marriage...
Contemplation

Contemplation

ContemplationWho Am I? Said I, to Me.and What do I want to be?I want a place to call my ownA place that I can be aloneA place where others can stop byAnd sit and chat and ponder Why.Why do this? Why do that? Or simply, chill out and relax.Yet, conjure we do and with...
The Addiction

The Addiction

Many say it is an addictionAnd I believe it is trueIt flows over your skinLike the moist morning dew. Creeping into each poreSeeking mainlines and moreInfusing with the memory Of those who came before.It pulls us to futuresTo pastsAnd the heavens aboveWe...
What Am I?

What Am I?

The Passion by Marilyn A WilsonIt Awakens to NeedIt Responds To TouchIt Penetrates the DarknessIt Strengthens in MomentumIt Drives in RhythmIt Stirs WithinIt Spirals in MotionIt Peaks in IntensityIt Pulsates in ClimaxIt Releases in EnergyIt Lingers in HeatIt Relaxes...
Night Dance

Night Dance

I Could’ve Danced All Nightby Marilyn A WilsonI used to dance with grass skirts tied to my swaying hips, when those hips were young and narrow and smoothly flexible.I used to dance with flowered leis draped softly around my long thin neck, streaming down onto my...