I’ve become a cove girl,

my pockets filled with shells
with limbs tied
to nothing.

My words I have bartered
for moonlight streaming
down my throat.

Wrapped in it’s light
I barely imprint
the sand.

Let us be specks
in an immense world where
for you are my universe.

These wet walls echo with sighs
it’s been eons since they’ve heard
the moans of lovers.















110 thoughts on “Captiva

  1. Loved it.

    Btw, I’m letting my followers know my blog is now private. You’ll need to ask for permission so I can grant you access, that is if you want to read me. It’s easy, you’ll see.
    Hope to see you there.

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          1. Colorado is never far from my thoughts as well, Rene. I lived in Denver and Colorado Springs on two separate assignments in the Army and I spent every spare moment up in the mountains and forests. It was in Colorado that I was recovering from wounds at Fitzsimmons Army Hospital in Denver then sent to Fort Carson. An Army nurse assigned to take care of me became a close friend and looked after me for a year until I was back on my feet. I’ll always rememember Colorado where I was given a new life and a guardian angel to guide me back to the light. The inspiration their is almost beyond words for me. I’m so happy you got to experience it too.

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          2. Thank you Rene! I think I’ve worn out a lot of guardian angels and 8 of my 9 lives. It’s just that I’m curious about everything and want to try to participate. life is an amazing thing from my perspective and I just love sharing some of it with others. 😄 😬😏🙄😳

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          3. I never tire of learning more about your remarkable life. As a nurse I recognize the stereotype of the guardian angel , it’s not a bad thing to be or to have. Thank you Dan, never stop your revelations!

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          4. I can relate to the caretaker ethos having lived on both sides of it. I don’t know how I rated Renate’s devotion to see me put my life back together. She definitely chose to violate the rule to not get involved with the patient. We had a kind of friendship that transcended a lot of norms. We were not romantically involved. That subject never came up, it was more of a mentorship/coach where she pushed me everyday to do a little more, go a little farther, climb back in the saddle, and learn to live again. It took time but we succeeded together. After that, I never allowed illness or injury to take me out. I just slowed down until I caught my breath and then was off and running again. One of my favorite sayings when I talk about disability and limitations is if I loose my legs, I’m going to get me some cool carbon fiber legs with springy feet and hit the trails bouncing like a bunny rabbit to a carrot patch. I get a lot of gasps and laughs, but for me that isn’t a disabiliy, it’s an enhancement and I dont mind that at all. Everyday, I see soldiers who have lost a lot and yet they make their way with heads held high and prove over and over again, that it’s our attitude that helps us overcome adversity and enjoy our lives. Where that isn’t possible, we can still choose to go out with whatever dignity and grace we can summon. And thank you Rene, for all you do to help others regain their position in the great race. Our nurses are the real unsung heroes.

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          5. My Heart Swells with wonder ( and anger as I don’t think young men and women should have to be killed or maimed in wars) when I see so many amazing and tenacious people adapt to their challenges. It takes true heart.

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        1. Dear Chuck, where have you been? I had a very difficult time finding your blog! I’ve missed you. Can I suggest you add your blog address to your Gravatar? Take care my friend. Stay in touch please. xoxoxo

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