We lay

We lay in
a jumbled heap
naked and grinning


Three Word Wednesday - grin, jumble, naked

Blossoming

Every morning I prune and preen
in front of a mirror
that does not reflect the truth


Poetic Bloomings - Fruits of our labors

Currency

It occurs to me that
the currency I
so carelessly spend is not

money, but moments. Like this
one right now.
And now. And, yes, now.

Spending my self on things
I don't love
and people I never will.


Poetic Asides -- priorities

I surrender

In love and in war
the white flag
is often the bravest move


Sunday Scribblings - surrender

Follow me down

She followed me
into my room,

that shadow of
doubt, an evil

Peter Pan with
whom I wrestled

to lose. I did
not want this one

stitched to my foot,
an ankle weight

bringing me down.


PAD #26 -- follower

In bloom

The lavendar blooms on
the tree in my yard
know the secret of life.

They have fought, just
as we do, for their place
in the sun and grown
into their magnificence.

Before birth, in the cold
of winter, they wait, ready
to burst forth, with full
faith in themselves and
the world around them.


PAD #27 -- in the (blank) of (blank)

Please recycle

Dear you,

We were destined to meet this way.
Randomness is sometimes the vehicle of fate.
I was told to tell you that it will get better. I promise.

Until then, laugh louder, live harder,
and love softer. Give freely and be gentle with yourself.
You're as fragile as this glass bottle. But just as strong too.


PAD #20 -- message in a bottle

Think again

We shared a bed and
a life together.
But you had second thoughts.


PAD #21 - second thoughts

Wake

In the end
the trails of crumbs or
tears or what
ever it is
that we leave behind us is
really what matters



PAD #16 - big picture/shadorma

Bathing beauties

The faded photo
in Mother's hallway
reminds me of you.
Our bellies are full and
our cheeks are round
(we were unembarassed
by this back then) and we
laugh in the sun-filled
summer of youth.


PAD #16 - snapshot