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”
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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”
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”
Inconvenience
I never knew what an inconvenience was. Watching. Listening. Hanging from the wall. “Inconvenience,” there it is again. What is that? Day comes. Day goes. Night comes. Night goes. People in. People out. Though at night, the flow is much lighter. Day comes. Day goes. People talk. A LOT! They talk about the weather mostly.Continue reading “Inconvenience “
Interesting tidbit;
a biometric time clock doesn’t do face recognition when you’re chompin’ on a marshmallow.
Quote for today
“While the odds are tough, they are not unbeatable.” Alux.com
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”
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?!”
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
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