Music is a moment in our life.  It is a sound to awaken  how a moment felt, smelled, looked .

When everything has been forgotten - there is a song to bring back a moment, to bring us back to  a place and time we treasure.

Hear the music, feel the music, be the music.

©Tricia 2009

When Sobriety Comes By

I welcome it suspiciously

hesitant

of the vistor come to

change my life.

For better or worse is the question

I ask myself ?

High

are the expectations

surrounding this guest.

"You can stay for today"

with a sagacious voice

I say...

I'll see how it goes

and decide about tomorrow -

tomorrow .

Tricia©2008

Forgotten Doors 

There she laid upon the floor

between the solemn walls...

Pondering what came and went

Reminiscing all.

Spreading butter on the toast -

pour a glass of wine -

Mellowed out is our host

with ever a weary mind.

Battered and forgotten

are the many doors...

Long since closed to travelers -

recieving never more.

Hectic thoughts trapped within-

spinning round and round -

with nothing there to catch them

they sink into the ground.

©1975 ©2011 Tricia Huff and Don Wolgamott

 Quietly

you mingle

like a glass

full of poison.

No-one

knows you exist.

Once you are

discovered

No-one

wants to know you.

EVIL

the way you laugh !

~Tricia ©1976   ©2011

"I need A Miracle"  

He sat on the corner of Industrial & Hope Street

holding his sign, his head facing down.

The words, "I need a miracle"

large print in black & white on his sign...

...I paused...as the traffic pushed forward-

egg ing me to continue on.

I drove away - then-

found a place to stop.

My heart was asking questions- silly

questions like-

What kind of miracle does he need.?

What if I gave him the $2.00 I was going to spend

on the coffee I NEED-

such a long drive still ahead of me.

I need it....But what does he need ?

Are his needs more then mine ?

"I NEED A MIRACLE"

He claims this on a sign.

What if..$2.00-not much made a difference.

Would he use it for alchohol-

cigerettes or drugs ?

Does it matter

if in giving I plant a seed of hope -

a small seed of belief

in humanity.

"I NEED A MIRACLE."

We're all hoping for a miracle.

~Tricia ©2011 

   Love without Presence

Significance is the question taunting my thoughts.

Significance of love without presence-

 empty space

filled only by the aura of our transcendental dreams.

Even the smell of your cologne has deserted your shirt

- purposefully left hanging on my doorknob years ago.

I stand here by the bar where you first surprised me

with a stolen kiss.

 Seven years of New Years Eves watching -

watching the true lovers - want to be lovers -

the “I don’t give a damn” one night stand lovers.

I wonder which ones will succeed to relish

in something worth giving themselves to.

You thought of me today –you called to let me know.

Should I feel significant to be thought of-

if forever unembraced ?

If love be significance does it require touch ?

I feel more significant than that young woman stumbling out

on the arm of someone she wouldn’t  touch in her dreams.

 ©2009 Tricia

 TRANSFORMATION

LIGHT TRANSCENDS

FROM

SOUL TO EYES

DISAPPEARS

INTO THE DARK

OF LEARNING

WHO YOU ARE

PAINFUL GROWTH

EXPERIENCE

YOU WILL WISH YOU DIDN'T.

LIGHT REAPPEARS

TRANSCENDING.

©Tricia 2009

Those things I need to say... but can't

It is timeless sand

mirrored in triplicate-

hours of trial and error

and try and try again.

Treading sand

with no foundation-

sinking

like the amber ash falling

from your cigerette.

I need to say -

" No MORE-won't do it-

Good Bye"-

but I can't.

©2003 Tricia

So you need to find out who

you are.

You are looking in corners-

searching the dark- exploring

the light.

The timeless ever consuming mystery

in scribbles of time.

While you are seeking who you ARE

~Don't lose yourself.

©2009 Tricia

HUSH

It creeps through our life

on tiptoe-

We search for clues

to identify this intruder.

Uncomprising-it remains

like a theif to our soul.

The body lives-

as our inner self dies...

empty abandoned shells 

to be swept into a dark blue

eternity... hush.

It creeps through our life

on tiptoe-

the quiet lies-unspoken truths-

secrets.

Hush.

 ©2009 Tricia

All Poetry and images on this sight are original writings and photography of Patricia Huff. Copyright maintained by Patricia Huff / Amidst Vision Photography.

You Might

In another life time

you might be open

to being known.

You might let me see

the shapes and colors

of your emotions

and trust my hand

as it wipes a tear falling

from your eye.

In another life time

you might let go of days as they leave-

injustices done to you

might not stain our life

with old resentments...

you might see things

how they are

instead of how they were.

You might open your heart

to believe my love is yours today.

In another life time-

You might.

Tricia ©2007

I've been putting in the time-

Hour after hour

glued to my desk.

Night after night

til my head can't

hold itself up.

Multimedia-

Instant messaging-

Myspace-

Facebook-

Blogging-

Twitter-

God am I in heaven

or is this Hell ?

~Tricia© 2009

A raindrop falling

from a cloud

into your mouth

like silver melting

   liquid heat

I exist

to kiss & be kissed

only by your lips.

You refine me

and define me

as I am held

like moonlight

in your eyes-I live.

©2011 Tricia

Getting Lost

 It's a long journey

from Good-Bye to Hello.

Hearts take time

getting lost

over & over again

before they heal.

Don't question why -

answers you will never find.

Just keep waking up.

Keep moving on with life.

It is a journey.

~Tricia ©2006

 Nameless

The smell of you lingers

in my bed

as clear to me as the things

you said -

words profound with love

 -crumpled boundaries found me

loving you in vain.

Wanting your presence

in my space - you walk

hand in hand somewhere

I am not...

And I want to run like rain

as I disapate - unseen

-unheard  singing my refrain.

         Tricia  ©2009  

Under cover of clouded sky

morning uncurls

like a child in a mothers womb-

sounds of raindrops

sing a soothing rhythm-

and day begins. 

©1-30-2010 ~Tricia

 ~FOLLOWING THE SUNSET~

I see the sky, golden-red glow

on the edge of night.

I see the whisper of clouds, touched

by the light, change color and drift

ever slightly painting an aura

to calm my restless mind.

I should keep driving west.

I want to follow the sun until

it sets.

Desire overcomes me

to embrace every moment of this

hot and sultry summers eve.

I will follow the sun

to the sand and the waves and watch

as it fades into the sea.

I will kick off my shoes and stand

on the shore to watch moon

and stars reflect radient light

in the tide at my feet.

And then -

I will lay on the warm glistening sand

to watch morning follow...

golden-red glow on the edge of dawn...

Sunrise.

© Tricia 1st publication 1998

(*changes 2009)

Amidst the Monday

 morning chaos

there is a guarantee

in Tuesday coming to me

less cluttered.

©2009 Tricia

Cocktail Talk

Looking at you across the table-sun setting in the window behind me glows soft colors on your face.

Thoughts of envy taint my listening my trusted friend- as I sit here quietly, trying to comprehend how you came to feel the calm upon your face or the warmth in that resilient smile that remains on your mouth as we talk over cocktails and sunset.Friends visiting curiously like strangers-can you sense my uncertainty ? Is it clear how insecure I feel on this day,at this time. Moving along my walk of thoughts, I fantasize that look of calm blanketing my face-the lines of stress, eracing from my stilted smile.

Looking at you across the table-the sun has set and left its glow  painted forever on your face.

©2009Tricia

 Awareness

I know what is is I want. When I look at you I see it as bright as my camera's flash.

It is your laugh that tells me you are happy to see me. It is the electric sparkle radiating from your eyes straight into mine. It is the moment when words aren't spoken- yet so many thoughts transcend.

I know what it is I've been needing-

as you lay your hand purposefully on the curve of my back- and accidentally put your hand over mine-wanting to touch me-           not insult me.

I know what I want and it feels fresh as rain on my skin on a hot summer day.

I know what I need and looking into your smile I know I don't have to pretend.

©2009 Tricia

 Life

is about bending             when your soul feels     weathered and beaten                              like the wind swept  tree         hanging

on the cliff by the beach.

It is then-as body and soul lean   with the wind - 

You will know the essence                                          of who you are.  

©2008 Tricia