Emotions on her sleeve she sniffs a lifetime of words blows out a breath and commences to speak All anxiety vanquished by a picture flowing off her tongue A pane of painted tempered glass protects the poet from evil winds It's all a loss she wrote Time will heal these wounds A time capsule of…
Waiting (December 22, 2015)
Waiting for an appointment can be like waiting for spring or triple A, when I've locked my keys in the ignition with the engine running. Knowing that eventually the gas is going to run out Or, it can feel like watching your old business cards burn in a fireplace. Once the paper catches, the white…
Avoidance
Sure, procrastination is part and parcel of the anxiety disorder that many of us struggle with. I write there- fore I do not clean organize or plot my course in life ahead of time. I hide under the covers of a blog soft, fluffy and warm waiting for the call to get me out of…
Is a weed a flower?
The purple asters I picked from my old studio are wildflowers (weeds that get cut down) every year by the fanatic mowers that like acres of grass Not every field should look like a golf course. Without the weeds there would be no place for the bees to harvest unfertilized necter, is it an oxymoron…
Yellow in the glass
She does like to sort colors of objects into containers. Take the joy in little things. During the day she called every pipe cleaner yellow yellow yellow yellow as she transferred them from glass to glass while pretending to drink from a pipe cleaner I wrote the colors of the pipe cleaners on the glasses…
Girlie: We salute you
This morning, I woke up with the pulse of transparent movement in my eye. Once again in the rhythm of my heartbeat. Earlier, while it was still dark, I woke up with a phantom guitar pick gripped in my left hand that dissolved into consciousness as I played AC/DC's "For Those About To Rock" using…
Golden Hug
I wrote this for you and hope it gives you some that you lost. I have a golden hug for you with a warm center to enfold you and help you heal your heart and soul. I will run barefoot through the dew and think of you as I plant a row of trees today.…
I was thinking again. (Runaway, runaway…) edited
There was a phrase in my head last night before I fellasleepintomypillowandmysubconsciouscameouttoplay. Lost forever in the mines Not coming out you can't make me I could squeeze my head until the words magically appear then shoot out through my fingers tapping the keys spelled on screen. It's just not going to happen. Lost thoughts are…
A wasp nest
What is so complicated about a life with pitfalls and avalanches? It is just life and how I view it all today is just a small trip over a twig and a great fall on a wet leaf. I stumbled got my knees bloodied stood back up with the help of a baby girl a…
The tumultuous container: Response to one line of http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1487
"It’s hard to breathe there under that weight, in the stillness, in the dark" says Platosgroove. http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1487 The tumultuous container Dive in to the powdery pieces of perfection the worms have played there with beetles and grubs and red legged spiders not to forget the little ants who created villages of great economy under the…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 