Never good at sports. This is my story to report. Round balls. Textured balls. Big balls. Little balls. ‘Eye roll’ why? ~ Try the discus throw. You have upper body strength galore. A constant reminder of how I got that upper body strength, no thanks. What about track? Discus throw or nothing, thanks for theContinue reading “Round things – some”
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Alive
You made it out alive. Not giving in to the wells insatiable appetite. But I bet you have clay on your boots and under your nails. You’re alive. Clay washes off. Mud will settle. Much needed water fresh on the table. ~ *Bois d’ arc aka Lions Mane, A poetic conversation, 2024.
Don’t do it!
I told myself I wouldn’t look. That it didn’t matter. Don’t read the reviews (if any on your e-book). To be honest, I was terrified. Still very gun shy. Imagine my surprise and delight when I read my first review. 🎉 THANK YOU💕
Shrinking out of sight
Last night as I was laying in my bed; trying to go to sleep, I remember from my youth a dream. It concerned me to the point of a scream. ~ I remember all the objects seemed to get bigger. The reverse in me, trigger. ~ Shrinking always. Objects growing. Me shrinking. Fear, explore theContinue reading “Shrinking out of sight”
Circles around the sun
365 days, circles around the sun one year of time, a life has begun ~ circles around the sun stars, moon, heavenly bodies run ~ round and round each other 365 days, to bring a sister or brother ~ circles around the sun isn’t this fun ~ day gives way to night night creates aContinue reading “Circles around the sun”
One mini meltdown
You have your manuscript set up just the way you want it. It’s beautiful. In your eyes. You take to the library to upload your treasure. Would you like to add a cover picture? Yes. You have the perfect picture. Upload. Wait. What? It’s sideways! You search in vain on how to fix this. YouContinue reading “One mini meltdown”
Do they care?
A cloud weighs 1 million pounds. Does it know? Does it care? Floating high in the sky. Producing life giving water and fuel for imaginations. ~ The average iceberg weighs between 100,000 – 200,000 tons. Does it know it? Does it care? Floating peacefully on the water. What you see is not what you get.Continue reading “Do they care?”
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I’ve got an itch, deep beneath the surface, needs scratched. Limber fingers, dance. ~ Soft finger tips glide over eager, yearning skin goosebumps begin. ~ The face of nature smiles upon the glistening moisture, bodies joined
Waste not. Want not; mint
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. More tea please. My taste buds it does tease. ~ Grow mint in my garden. Dry, store, for mint tea anytime. My budget soars. ~ Happy little Tea Man gets to steep in hot water; not too deep.
Write
Write with all your might. Write til your fingers bleed. Write til your heart stops aching. Write til night extinguishes the light. ~ Write with all your might. Write words that have no meaning. Write words that can’t stop screaming. Write til light extinguishes the night. ~ Write with all your might. Write, someone mightContinue reading “Write”
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