Don’t know what I’m doing, reaching in the dark. Searching the unknown. Never been down this path before. Reaching. Touching nothing. Searching the darkness for anything. A string. A cord. A hand. An idea. Even a spider web. Is there anything in the darkness; reaching out for me? Help me! Guide me! I’m coming undone!Continue reading “Reaching for something”
Category Archives: poetry
Not my home
I sit here staring at a computer screen; this world is not my home. Traffic flows past my window; this world is not my home. I flip over to read the headlines: body shaming, violence, natural disasters; this world is not my home. There’s an emptiness inside me that burns; this world is not myContinue reading “Not my home”
I Serenade my sweet
https://youtube.com/shorts/p4gXu5kwMhg?si=4PpKAG_ilMPvyq-Q I get an error message when I try to embed the link. Hope this works. If it doesn’t let me know in the comments below and I’ll try again.
Love is
Love is a mosquito buzzing around your head. Love is a concept, someone once dared. Love is lost. Love itself is a cost. Love is empty. Love? Simply? Love is cruel. Love will kick you like a stubborn old mule. Love is an idea, written about in books, poems, songs, movies sold. Love has beenContinue reading “Love is”
Sing Mr. Bluejay
Delicate
Sing Mr. Bluejay
Sing Mr. Bluejay, sing sing the beginning of spring sing Mr. Bluejay, sing
In my youth
Up or down? Smile or frown? Front or back? Should I eat a snack? Right or left? Is this too big to heft? Under or over? Faster or slower? Which way do I go? Just go with the flow? No matter; it will be wrong. Was I this way in my youth? This or that?Continue reading “In my youth”
Fall y’all
The heat and humidity of summer sucks the life from my very soul. Like a tick on a dog, draining my life force is its goal. Day in and day out. It’s enough to make this girl pout. Heat. Humidity. Humidity. Heat. Everyday is on repeat. But fall. Oh, but FALL. Lower humidity. Cool, crispContinue reading “Fall y’all”
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