Enough

You should have stopped talking
five minutes ago.
I get the point already.


November PAD #12 - excess

The kindest gesture

You overreacted.
We both know it's true.
But I let it pass.
I've done it too.


November PAD #13 - a kind poem

A cold front

The frozen food aisle beckons,
promising ice cream
and bliss in a box.


November PAD #14 - deadly and dangerous

Treasured

We laugh like
kindergartners exploring the
playground as pirates,
seeing the world
more clearly with
eye patches in
place than with
the grown-up glasses
that we wear


November PAD #15 - love

Guts

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."
- Rumi

It's not as if there was some gaping hole,
like an intestine spilling through a flesh wound,
before you walked into my life.

But when you appeared

it's as if you'd always been in my innards,
the guts stuffed inside me that I never thought twice about,
without me knowing it.

Today

I stand in the hallway
and see the
mountain of boxes, the containers

of a life that I
wish I didn't
have to unpack just yet


November PAD - Day 1 - procrastination

B is for Better

It wasn't in the cards
business, tarot or otherwise
but I'm happier anyway


Sunday Scribblings - Plan B

In bed

Cracking you open
I see the future is sweet
Deliciously so



Poetic Asides: fortune cookie poem

Sins of omission

It's not about
the words on your lips
but the lack

thereof; the ease
in which your sweet tongue
skips over the

tidbits of truth
that destroy honest love and
move us backward


Three Word Wednesday: ease, omission, backward

Changed

This time it's different. He's
changed, she says.
And she's right. The blood
that once flushed his cheeks
when she said
something wrong has turned against
him. The venom he's spewed
for so long
has finally posioned him, turned
him into a frail man
afraid of the
nearing death that he deserves.


Poetic Bloomings: Changes