Monday, December 28, 2009


Oh how I long for a lover in words
Trading passion
Twisting vowels and consonants
Like a roller coaster in slow motion
Sparked flames darting about
Bringing light to dark forgotten corners of my bed
Blanketed in pages
Saturated in inks and colors that illuminate the soul
Oh to feel my heart pound again with anticipation
Of what might spill from lips to penetrate my womanhood
With mere innuendoes and a spark of intensions in the eyes
Talk to me…
 Let me hear the vibrations of your vocal chord
Humming through your chest escaping your mouth
In slow carefully pronounced words
Savored like candy
My mouth waters
Which pales in comparison
To the raging waters that is my ocean
In which alone I swim

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Portrait of a Photographer

Soft blue hues saturate the darkness
ushering in the early morning
I wake cuddled with my pillow
still damp with the longings of the night
The stillness of the house is haunting

I am wishing to be bathed in the warm colors of the sun
Looking out the window, gray clouds offer little comfort
Plunging deeper in the covers I reach for a memory of lovers
hoping to warm my bones
but my memories have left me cold

The dreams I long for cannot exist in the past
The future is the lover I can invite into my bed
If I accept it and nurture it and love it as with any lover
It will offer dreams of change, the promise of sunshine
and will be with me as long as I live

I could stand before you naked and not feel as vulnerable
But I want you to know who I am beyond a crippled body
dark crazy complications
optimistic romantic view

My future, my lover reaches into the depths of me
Pulling out the lessons learned
the empathy of experience
and the passion I so desperately try to contain
My fears can hide in the shadows
My confidence are my highlights

Prisms of light, filters and shadows
our lives are the canvas and we are the paint my case... the camera

Sunday, October 11, 2009



You wandered in through my dreams last night
Lost but forgiving of pain
I never meant to cause
I approached you with caution

Fearing you would fade if I touched you
You quieted that fear
grabbing me
pulling me into your arms

I didn’t want to let go
I took that moment
Breathing in your scent
Feeling your warmth next to mine
My heart could beat again

You spoke of the heartbreak you ran to when you ran from me
You spoke of the escape
From the prison you found yourself in
Running from one situation
into the next and back again
You said you were tired and home to stay

Then, the unthinkable happened

The vision of you faded
My eyes opened and I curled in my bed
Reaching for remembrance of a moment that was gone.

Etha Walters
October 11, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

Midnight Stroll

Don’t come to me
seeking lost expectations
there is none here to find…
Except my own
It is like the round peg and the square hole
The adage is turned upside down
looking at the picture in different, creative ways
but things still aren’t going to fit

Illuminating light from the moon
brings light to shadows of deception
and reveals the monsters entangled within
Imagine my surprise to find you among them

A thousand lies flood the past
drifting separation is by miles
I choose to continue in light
as you fall back into the shadows
it seems you made your choice
and our midnight stroll is over
my lonely heart crying without tears
because they evaporated to the moon

©Etha Walters

May 24, 2009

Monday, February 9, 2009

The Draft of a Revolving Door

No Exit
When you moved in you installed a revolving door
Ignoring the no exit sign
Coming in I felt the warmth of summer in my bed
Only to wake with the draft of another lonely winter
The summer seemed so bittersweet, looking forward to the season
But giving way to the gust of a bitter chill, that shakes my frame.
Leaving me on my knees to watch the door spin
Inhaling the memory of sweet musk
And the pit of my stomach reaches my throat
Tired of the lover of a season
Dreaming of the one who will light a winter fire
And give me heat year round,
I replace the revolving door with one that opens from the outside
And a bigger sign that says… No Exit.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

New Drawing - Sorrow

I am so happy with the way that this turned out, I almost gave up on it a couple of times but I am really happy with the outcome. I have so much to learn when it comes to drawing but as long as I can see improvement each time I do it I get a little closer to braving painting...LOL I am a bit fanatical about fantasy and that obviously my inspiration for a lot of what I do.


Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Tide

Drift me onto oblivion,
abandon rationale
Rock me into dreams of Forbidden passions
Sing me a lullaby
for you have a gentle voice
Sailing deep into the moment
Drifting on the tide

Sheet like waves wrapping around our legs
Breath is hot and deep
Moist sweet kisses mindlessly dancing where they please
And I sing with anticipation’s sighs
Build upon the crashing waves
till they silently subside
We rest on the shores we’ve created for only us
in drifting echoes as dreams beckon sleep
Until the tide comes in again


One can be touched by words...Truly! The right words can touch so deeply that it transcends space and time and fuses with your soul and becomes a part of you. In fact in my philosophical state of mind I will go so far as to say that words shape the view of the world, of life and of love… So why am I so out of words when it comes to you? My heart fills up, I engage with your eyes, I open my mouth… and nothing....


Deceit is like a poisonous vine, that once planted and cultivated and nurtured, it grows so quickly it will choke out everyone you love, till you are left, isolated and alone
With a destruction that can ripple through your life, for years and quite possibly generations after you are gone.


We sat in the restaurant. I could do nothing but toy with my french fries unconsciously swirling one in circles in my ketchup. I looked up and was caught captive by his blue eyes peering through his sandy bangs. He smiled knowingly at me slowing his moves as he put down his fork and pulled a piece off his barbecued chicken with his fingers and brought it to up to his mouth. He licked the barbecue on his fingers before opening his mouth and tearing off a bite with his teeth and savoring it and slowly licked his lips. My gaze never left his as he smiled. His message was clear. I was his next meal.