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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”
Fallin’ leaves
It feels-
like a pebble in your shoe. A morning without the dew. Sand between your toes. A dull ache that forever grows. Loneliness that burns brighter than the sun. Heart, mind and soul eternally a pawn. Each thing of beauty, a constant reminder that we are not a skillful finder. The moon, stars, a flower thatContinue reading “It feels-“
Look what you made me do?!
Woke up late! You wouldn’t let me sleep. Talk, talk, talk all night long. Look what you made me do! I jumped to the ceiling, spilling coffee on my favorite shirt. What’s got you in such a great mood? Look what you made me do! Men don’t hum. What is wrong with you? Look whatContinue reading “Look what you made me do?!”
Clawing at heaven
Monday, by Jolene Rice
I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker and the team at Masticadores Canada for publishing my poem, Monday. Thank you 💕 Good mornin’. Sadly, Monday came with plenty warnin’. With a pounding head, I stumble from my bed. Another day, YEAH! Get up. Get ready. My head on … Monday, by Jolene Rice
Flowers
Flowers Flowers on a page. Flowers for a stage. Flowers from a mind. Flowers to share, unassigned.
I need to get-
I need to get up. Really don’t want to. Need to wash my cup. Need to do my chores, make it through. ~ Thankful for the dishes to wash. Thankful for the laundry. Not trying to be bosh. My mind and body are in a quandary. ~ I need to get up. Really don’t wantContinue reading “I need to get-“
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