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