Month: May 2016

morning storm

Woke to rain and the roar of thunder, real damned close, didn’t have to wonder

Mister Seger could’ve counted the seconds between lightning’s flash and the bassist’s

Rumble, but speculation is more poetic, and just maybe he was distracted by the

Lilac scented sky or the percussive rain on a lake and could not be bothered with

Enumerating the gaps. Here, the trees double as targets and shields, but the

Thunder’s reverberations echo through the morning forest and into my soul.

How about a little Bob Seger to start the day? Peace, y’all.

http://youtu.be/bgOA24hAe60

Learning to Swim

I learned to swim underwater, emulating Flipper, long before mastering the

Australian Crawl or butterfly. My daddy insisted that I practice more conventional

Strokes, but I knew that mermaids and the fishes cared nothing for such

Artifice, preferring instead a supple undulation of fins to any manipulation

Of useless arms. I eschewed splashing in favor of rhythmic kicks and leg extensions 

Gliding beneath the surface with measured breaths to surface giddy with freedom.

  

Sunshine, Thunder, and Raindrops

  
You cannot see the rain in this photo, only the shade and shadows and sunshine. But

Mellow thunder echoes through the evening and the soft patter of raindrops 

Provides a counterpoint to percussion, a lyric-less melody until a feathered soprano

Joins her voice, confused at the juxtaposition of sunshine and thunder and 

Raindrops. 

  

Alone

If someone had told me
when I was sixteen
and insecure
that I’d come to enjoy
my own company more
than that of others
I’d have laughed.
Loud and long and clear.

But here I am perched
on the deck, watching
the fish jump and the birds
swoop. There’s not another
human in sight. And that’s
the best part. Just me, the
lake, the fish and my
fondest memories.

Calling 

A glass of wine on the table
Merlot, smooth and deep red
Grains of sand on the patio
A new book waiting to be read.

Drowsy sighs escaping lips
A touch of lethargy inspired
By recurring sips from the
Depths of a broad bottomed bowl.

Call me to your boudoir soon
With opened, welcoming arms
And I will answer eagerly
My love, I’m coming home.

  

Silly Wishes

I wish…

I could order a haircut from Amazon.com the way I order books. One click and I’d 

Receive the perfect style to frame my face and suit my life. No hassle and free 

Shipping. And while I’m at it, I wish that weight loss was as easy as weight gain. 

Want a piece of key lime pound cake? No problem. Merely chewing with good 

Intentions will result in counteracting any calories consumed. If I’m greedy, I also 

Wish that Donald Trump would publicly admit he hasn’t a clue about being 

President. And just for good measure, his supporters would understand that’s a 

Negative.

Call Me Delusional

I’m constantly amazed that I’m not incredibly hot. 

  
If it weren’t for mirrors I could remain oblivious.

  
At least I’m talented…

  
And compassionate.

  

How Short Is It?

My new haircut is so short…

…that it was completely dry before I stepped out of the shower.

…that the North Carolina potty police would eye me suspiciously were I to use the loo there.

…that polite children under the age of five will call me “sir.”

…that Dumbo is jealous of my ear size.

…that I’m thankful for my DD breasts.

…that having a cuter face would be nice.

…that I like it, while at the same time it needs to grow a bit before I love it.

  
No makeup, just me. Look at those freckles!!! Where’s my medal for bravery?

Peace, people.

Birdsong Expert

Listening to the forest come to life is educational, and now my interest is beyond recreational.

I’ve become quite an expert in identifying birds by the sounds of their trills, now to put it in words.

There are the “Birdy Birdy” birds ’cause that’s what they say and the “Cheery Cheery” birds beckoning play.

One I’ve dubbed “Whistler’s Mum” for its lilting melodies, and another the “Car Alarm.” So annoying. Stop please!

“Dog Call” is the perfect name for one feathered friend, while “Scolder” seems anxious to point out my sins.

One poses a question, I call it, “Say What?” Just one tree over “Look at Me”
thinks he’s so hot.

Surely the experts on nature will soon call to consult me in matters of bird life, et. al.

  
Peace people!