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(photo credit wilowispaperio, 2016)

today I shall not make my bed
I will go out with my camera,
not my phone
my keyboard will not hug today

today I will spend time with friends
listening to jazz
laughing and drinking coffee
and eat a big fat buttery croissant

today I shall stand at the front of the ferry
and watch as we cut through the water
to my most favorite place in the world
I will put my feet in the lake and
feel my senses open to its iciness
I will climb rocks and cut through
the marshes and lay on the beach in the sun

today I shall lay on the ground
and take pictures of tiny microscopic
creatures in the ice and sand
stalk birds while listening to them sing
take deep breaths and close my eyes
and listen to the earth’s pulse

then I will slowly make my way
back to my unmade bed
disheveled sheets and pillow
lay myself down and say
today I did not make my bed

 

 

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Poetry

Come….

Come close my love 

Unicorns and faeries

dragons and

others 

great roaring beast
fireball breath

flickering lights
up and down
near the path
in the woods

Tiny handprints
in moss 
A wee opening
In a pine tree

whispers…
Sing songy whispers
giggles and such like.

Come, I can show you….

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Life

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we may still not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you are going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.

(C. Joy Bell C.)

Acceptance

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Music, Relationships

woke to this….

Our mouth is a revolver
Firing bullets in the sky
Your love is like a soldier,
Loyal ’til you die
And I’ve been looking at the stars
For a long, long time
I’ve been putting out fires
All my life

Everybody wants a flame,
They don’t want to get burnt
And today is our turn

Days like these lead to…
Nights like this lead to
Love like ours.
You light the spark in my bonfire heart.
People like us—we don’t
Need that much, just some-
One that starts,
Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts

This world is getting colder.
Strangers passing by
No one offers you a shoulder.
No one looks you in the eye.
But I’ve been looking at you
For a long, long time
Just trying to break through,
Trying to make you mine

Everybody wants a flame,
They don’t want to get burnt
Well, today is our turn

Our bonfire hearts
Our bonfire hearts
Our bonfire hearts
You light the spark

People like us—we don’t
Need that much, just some-
One that starts,
Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts

(Our bonfire hearts)

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Poetry

Once…

Upon a time…

I was a child

My feet wandered about on gravel
making their way through mud puddles
tall grass and hot tar on dead end roads

My hands picked flowers
touched moss, carried broken sticks
caught tadpoles and caterpillars

My ears heard every whisper
of movement
the trill of chickadees
bullfrogs croaking

My eyes absorbed all,
trees towering above me
stormy cloud covered skies
a tiny bug crawling on a blade of grass

My entire being soaked
in the hot summer sun
rocking in the old wicker chair
after my chores were done

As a young child
I carried the wounds
of a lifetime locked
away deep within me

Look in my eyes you would see
wisdom and wariness
curiosity and caution
intelligence and insecurity

I learned to please authority
and do the right thing

And so I grew up

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Cool, a challenge!

An Opinionated Man issued a challenge on his HarsH ReaLiTy blog today. He wants bloggers to write in a different style than normal. You can read about the challenge here

The clammering on the other side of the door grew louder. The window would only open part way, the jamb was stuck. She looked around the bathroom for something to force it open. The cabinet was filled with hair products, nothing useful. But under the sink there was an old curling iron and a wooden handled toilet plunger. Climbing back onto the toilet, she wedged the curling iron into the side of the window and pulled up. It moved a bit and she worked her way back and forth, slowly opening the window enough to climb out. Head first, she held the curling iron in front of her as she worked her way onto the roof. She didn’t think they could get up there but couldn’t take a chance.
Bracing herself against the wall outside the window, she peered around the edge. They were down there. A lot of them too.
How they were doing what they were doing, she had no idea. All she knew was they absorbed any living tissue they came into contact with and she wasn’t going to be one of them. Laying flat she wormed her way up to the top of the roof and looked over. They weren’t on this side. She worked her way down and lay horizontal looking at the drop to the ground. She was going to have to move quickly. Slowly, she eased her feet then legs over the side of the house and dropped to the sand. Crouching, she listened, her senses heightened. She could hear them on the other side of the house. To her right was the woods, to her left, the driveway and straight ahead, the ocean.
She crawled straight to the ocean, figuring she could stay close to the beach, that the water and salt will keep them from sucking her up too. The waves were lapping the shore but all she could hear was the sound of her family being sucked into oblivion. Who would have thought something so ordinary would take over the world. Using her hands to pull herself along, she tried to figure out what the best plan of action would be. When she looked over to the houses along the beach, she could see more of them outside. It was the weirdest thing, she felt like they were communicating in some way with each other.
She was starting to get tired when she saw a jeep parked up by the road, the driver door open. If she could get up there, maybe she could use the jeep to get away. Shimmying her way out of the ocean and across the sand, she felt wet and cold but elated by the chance of escape. She worked her way to the steps leading up to the jeep and lifted her head up to look. They were still gathered over by the houses. Jumping up, she quickly ran to the jeep and hopped inside, slamming the door behind her and turning the key in the ignition. It started right up and she started to shift when she heard a humming behind her. Turning to look, her eyes grew wide. “That’s it” she thought, “I’m done for.” It wasn’t a Hoover, Dyson, Shark, Bissell, or Eureka. It was an Oreck that took her to the other side. A damn Oreck.

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