a poetic journal.
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”
Recorded on 8/27/20. This is the part one of a two part video. I start off by sharing the lyric Something New and show off Garbo again. (Earlier our fabulous hosts Transe and Hanna were showing off their cats and you know cat people 😉
A quick note about this lyric, it was inspired after watching the movie Finding Neverland.
Continue reading “a lyric and a song part 1”
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”
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…
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…
her lofty ambitions often held her back,Continue reading “perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination”
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,
let me light a candle.
recorded on 8/13/20. Tonight I share two untitled poems, one that is kind of about prince charming and another about a break-up. I also show off Garbo, who does not want to be on camera. Oh cats, but I love him so. 😻
The question of the night is about how we approach practicing and what is our mindset about it.
Continue reading “2 poems and a cameo by Garbo video”
descriptors didn't enamor her so why was she enchanted by this charlatan's words. for a brief second: he was the guy The mojo this charlatan possessed often left her feeling blessed Aw sweetie, anything for you she would reply with a coy sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step magical moments that lasted seconds before he became a bore and spoke out of hand causing her to fall back to earth. Oh, he could’ve been the guy… but remember she wasn't enamored by descriptors zaftig? really? Is that what you see? In her body dysmorphic mind she was unable to embrace her curves and could only equate that word with the worst She missed the body she used to know The body she had before age come and took hold
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85 degrees in February!Continue reading “reprobate, acquire, awning”
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up
only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.
I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask.
My favorite mornings are the onesContinue reading “my favorite mornings”
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.
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