Tag: muses

Go where you are loved

Tara A. Lesko - Writer

Slowly but surely, I am writing my guidebook for my oracle/affirmation cards. Here is a little sample. Enjoy 🙂 ❤️✏️

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Go only where you are loved.

Photo taken at South Mountain Fairy Trail in Millburn, NJ

During a difficult transition in my life, when I was convinced I had lost my home after my first marriage ended, a young, gifted group counselor told us the word “home” names a place where the people who live there have to take you in when there’s no other place for you to go. Estranged husbands, wives, lovers, and friends don’t have to take you in when the world goes up in flames. But there is always someone who will shelter you without question or judgement.
This is about going home, but it may not be the home you think you want. It may be the home that deep down you know you need. You just haven’t realized it yet.
Leave the place where you may feel expendable or devalued. You are not an obligation. You are not convenient. That’s not how human beings should view the hearts and minds of others.
Go where you know you’re needed and wanted. Stay where you are loved despite all of your faults and poor decisions. That’s when you’ll be home.

Finding the words

Tara A. Lesko - Writer

Finding the words (thank you box of wooden words 🙂)

This cobblestone street
and everything on it
is my delicious empire,
my diabolically calm universe.

This is where life and love
publish their memoirs.
This is where need and want
stifle the obligatory wars
that keep them apart.

Let me surrender to sleep,
where this street becomes
the length of your spine,
where I can choose wine over water

to fuel this fire,
to quench this foolish ache.

Teacher Writer Life

Tara A. Lesko - Writer

I’m scribbling away on a chapter and all of a sudden this comes out. And it’s only the first week of September 🙂

I want to be on the Emerald Isle, with a Starbucks, a notebook and pens, my camera, and nowhere else to be. ☘️☘️☘️❤️❤️❤️

Lily of the Valley and Bleeding Hearts

Tara A. Lesko - Writer

You’ve got me like ivy
climbing,
choking the walls
of my common sense
and strangling the fences
surrounding my will.

I’m Lily of the Valley,
the leaves and the bulbs,
and you are the compounds
that make me beautiful enough
to be deadly.

You’re the outstretched vines
of bleeding hearts
that look gentle enough
from a distance,
the watercolor petals hang
like soldiers on monkey bars.

But I am the trellis
that fell in the storm,
and I may not tell you why
I failed to get back up.

Haunted Punch

Tara A. Lesko - Writer

I am a quixotic,
sacrosanct dance,
but my memory
is nothing but piles
of bootleg regret poetry.
The future is as elusive
as a 7th place trophy,
and your ego is a sucker punch
that feels like a hard kiss.
If I am to suffer like a fool,
let me do so gently
in a well worn haunted disguise.