I sat in silence
pondering the probable
ways of the days,
thinking too much
when I should just let go
savor the moment
look below,
to the cat that lay flat
at my feet
and feel the mellifluous
hum of his purr
as it soars upward
to caress my ears
and calm my mind.
He knew how to make me smile,
I sigh.
I wish to enter in playful
badinage with my furry beast
often I make comments
observations on this life
alas he can not reply
at least the purrs continue
to soothe my restless soul
allow me to breathe
and clear the web of rumination's
that clog my mind
like the cobwebs
stretched across my ceiling.
Don't worry friend
take a breath
take your time
take my hand
dive with me
back to reality
2024
Bonjour petite nouvelle année
bienvenue à ce monde!
May you I finally
take advantage
of your charms
and not let you
pass by so quickly.
Sometimes I seem and can be
too self-absorbed
so much so I barely notice
what day, week or month I’m in
such a fool am I, when
(almost) every one
of your day should
be experienced to the fullest
lest it be our last one
God forbid that
moment should come
but I cannot deny my age
cannot deny I am entering
the late afternoon
or dare I say,
evening phase
of this life
I still have too much to do
and sadly I've already said
goodbye to too many friends
barely in twilight
So what do I do now
How can I best
sustain my dreams?
Do I set goals,
make lists,
confirm plans,
nourish them
with flap jacks
before they clap back
or should I follow resolute trends
with my small posse
of friends.
I'd hate to miss out.
Yolo you know
but alas
I do have one goal
one dream I’ve been
working on for years
often setting it aside
overcome by details of the everyday
that often beat me to a pulp
and leave me in tears
then Im so behind
I forgot where I am
where the progress stands
watch it slip like sand
out of my hands.
Life is a not ironclad
and my poetic process
moves slow
I go with the flow
loll
the last few years
I’ve moved so slow
I forgot how to take a chance
and put myself out there
cared too much
what others think
I need to stop that now,
so here it goes
time to make each day count,
get outside
maybe smell a rose
despite my congested nose
memories
for every moment there is a melody a seemingly random lyric it can conjure a long lost memory or define the time where you are now. It makes you smile. It makes you cry. makes you think you can sing makes you believe, reminds you it’s ok to dream. there was a time when at the bar with friends, old and new every time a classic tune filled the room I couldn't resist & just had to tease. “there are so many songs about me” those melody’s though, they are the soundtrack of our lives let your mind wander in retrospection and wish you could stay there a little longer there is so much more to say but I'll leave it here with this To all the moments and the memories that were and are still to come
to my mother
So I could get over myself take myself a little more lightly and stay grounded in this world you gave me the gift of you and I don’t want for anything else because without you I wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be me you gave me individualityContinue reading “to my mother”
an intimate glitch
Ooooooh so there was a glitch in my scheme so it seemed I thought because of his Nordic good looks he would respond kindly because I took the time to cook and baked these krumkake cookies for him hours, days and months of familiar, intimate conversation I finally had the courage to show my appreciation with more than a hope we could move beyond just friends Alas, he looked at me aghast I don't know what to sayContinue reading “an intimate glitch”
lost
Have to take a moment, let my eyes adjust and my pupils dilate, Oh! the musty scent of the damp stones, couldn't help but crinkle my nose I was lost, with no plan, caught traipsing through tunnels without a map I need to focus, mentally retrace my steps, try anyway, and answer those questions How did I get lost here? It was a riddle like life, right? I was stranded, abandoned making my way through this maze with no exit in sight.Continue reading “lost”
15 minutes
one simple sentenceContinue reading “15 minutes”
using simple words
we're all screaming
we just wanna be heard
voices fighting
for the front of the line
voices fighting
for our time
it's 15 minutes
in the spotlight
make the most of the moment
make it worth your fight
we only get 15 minutes
to be remembered
don't let your legacy
burn in the embers
the cryptic rendezvous
I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction
I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
Their eyes met in cryptic exchangeContinue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”
heated on his part,
annoyed she was way too early
for their rendezvous.
Hours early
he still had work to do.
She smiled back oblivious
but she knew and took this time
to reclaim her space
make others aware of her face
why she was there
and who she was there for.
He questioned his choice on this rapprochement
maybe he had re-established this relationship too soon.
Was this going to be a regular scene…
ruts and such
It's been two months
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…
hobnob, butte, diminutive
if I hiked to the top
of that diminutive butte
could I capture the sunset,
will I be able see the ocean,
watch the waves crash upon the beach,
can I touch a cloud
if I stretch
high and reach for the sky.
I was invited to a soirée the other day,
with glee I rsvp’d
in the mood to hobnob,
reunite and reconnect with friends
unseen since the commencement
of the pandemic
but dammit, cramps got in the way.
I spent all day in childs pose
the best way I know
to put the pain at ease.
They get the best of me.
I avoided the world that day,
sad, mad that I had to stay home
and miss the memories being made
Next time. Next time.
wod 9/24