Now the real Blogging begins... I really am not so sure why I do this blogging thing, noone will read these words. I believe I blog just so I can say blog and all variations of blog, like blogging, blogged, and my favorite; blogger. That is what I am deep down inside anyway. A big old nasty Blogger. Umm blog, sounds slimy. Oh I love this movie. What a classic, Attack of The Giant Blog!

Another Poem for the missed...

Three Days Ago Her Scent Left My Pillow

I remember this as if it were the death of a loved one. I would hold that empty pillow every night before I fell into a dream. I would wake each day reaching for it. Some nights I would push it to the floor during a midnight meeting. Still I would wake and pull it to my face and breathe in, so to taste the scent. I no longer have that option, the smell of her perfume has been erased from my bed, and therefore from my memory. She has passed and now I cannot fall asleep, I must sit up writing poems of her. I have become a widower without losing a wife. I have become a mourner without her losing a life.

Eric D. Potter