Monday, January 14, 2019
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Cockatoo Feathers and All
With you, I spent my summers
pressing flower petals between
the pages of my red leather diary
and wearing feathers from your
pet bird in my hats and hair
(which were really your hats - I know)
The vivid yellow of her headfeathers
matched your personality
the same way I matched wildflowers.
We spent rainy days singing
and passed sunny ones reading.
Coffee was a must and so were
cupcakes (for every holiday).
With you I grew up and
embraced my inner child -
without meaning to, you taught
me about living life blissfully -
triton cockatoo feathers and all.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Friday, January 11, 2019
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Turn This Way
Everything
. . . always
boils down to
. . . perspective.
But a dragon
hugging fish
by the elephants
. . . at the
wild animal park
does sound
so freeing.
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Friday, January 4, 2019
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Strawberry Short Cake
I'd tell you that strawberry shortcake is my favorite sweet treat,
but it's related to midnight games of memory while mommy
was on valium for her pain and he was supposed to be just
"helping out" around the house for a few days.
And if you were anyone else I might say that it's fried bananas
with ice cream and chocolate sauce but that takes me back to
the time we danced in black and purple in front of the whole school
I wasn't even attending - it reminds me that our dates stole each other.
Or maybe I would pick icees and skittles because of the way
we battled summer heat in the south as we walked out on
everything that made our young hearts so angry only to find
ourselves making out in the park by the pond.
But every time a waiter asks me if I'm interested in dessert
for that evening, I have to shake my sorrowful eyes no
and ask for the bill instead. I'd rather go without sweets
than cry more than I have to in public places.
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Spirit of Wealth
As I watch these crystal drops fall
they remind me I have no need to cry.
A year ago when I lived in the desert
my tears were the only flowing water, all else was dry.
Though I watch now intently
as the Universe takes my old job away.
I feel as though I 'll never cry again
for I know my smile will forever stay.
Even my soul can hear the songs of freedom
and my heart sees the graceful dance of joy.
My cries for relief of my once undying pain were heard
I will forever be happy, with or without some boy.
I trust my future and believe in it all
cause now that I stand so tall I rule myself.
The wind whispers a story for all to hear,
it speaks of happiness and internal wealth.
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
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