Poems of love
Well crafted
Or not, can
Do only so
Much to
Sway a
Lover.
Loving,
Though,
Done well
Softly sighs
Arrowing into
The very heart
Of the intended.
Peace and Love, People!
(Photos were found on Pinterest)
Tag: free verse
Love Month
Once the Big Game is over today I plan to begin celebrating the Love Month in my life and in my blog. Now that doesn’t mean my writing will get all mushy and icky; although, it could have elements of both mush and ick. Instead, I plan on taking a look at love in its many forms.
If any of my readers would like to contribute I’d enjoy reading and sharing your thoughts on love, loving, and being loved giving you full credit, of course. I hope you’ll share! Be sure to give a link to your blog if you have one so folks can pay you a visit.
Now, how about a LOVE fest to kick this off?
Longing
Obsessively,
Voraciously
Evolving
Or two:
Lost
Over
Vast
Emptiness
Why not one more?
Listless
Ominous
Vestigial
Esthetic
Oh, who am I kidding?
From Pinterest.
Sunday Morning Pleasures
Irish cream coffee
Sun shining on Yvette Lake
Silvery fish surfaces.
Candy Crush Withdrawal
Twelve step programs
Always say, first one must
Admit one has a problem.
I have a problem.
Bidding adieu to the
Crush Sisters:
Candy and Soda
Piece of cake.
Too many hours spent
Bringing fruit all the
Way to the bottom
Or eliminating bombs.
Chocolate and bears.
Candy of all colors.
Deceptively innocent
Addictive as hell.
Then, the tremors
Began. My fingers
Beat staccato trying
To find bears.
Today I searched in
Vain for the icons
Deleted two days past.
Lord, give me strength.
Mall Thinking
People watching at the
Mall:
Elderly woman cajoles
Her husband.
Then commands.
She worries he’s done
Too much today.
Their hands touch
Briefly. He hates
Feeling old as she
Fetches Starbucks.
Thirty-somethings,
Husband and wife
Carry plump
Pillows between them.
She looks at him
With love and
Something akin to
Annoyance.
He is oblivious.
Young adults sit giggling
Heads together
Job applications stacked
Neatly between them.
Pens scratch earnestly
Between witty asides.
Don’t make me laugh!
You made me forget
My address!
Mother and pink clad
Toddler enjoy
Conversation in a
Language I cannot
Understand. Their
Eyes smile. Little
Girl dances impatiently
Eager to join others
At play.
I wonder is anyone
Watching me?
When the Waitress Gets it Wrong
Today I clearly heard
Myself order a
Grilled shrimp salad
Dressing on the side,
Unsweetened iced tea
With lemon.
Imagine my surprise
When tea arrived
Sweet as a toddler’s kiss.
After a sip I sent it back
Receiving a chastened
Tea in return.
My salad arrived, a
Wide expanse of
Iceberg lettuce ringed with
Red onions and simulated
Cheeses, white and yellow,
And fried chicken.
Excuse me, miss,
I ordered grilled shrimp.
No, she said, eyes rolling
I wrote down fried chicken
See. Indeed she had,
But I’m inclined to believe me.
While taking my order
She’d outrageously
Flirted with two men
Seated at the next table,
Hoping I suppose for
Big tips.
I ate the salad anyway,
And didn’t make a fuss,
But when she came to refill
My tea, I said, with a twinkle,
Remember, dear, I asked for
Unsweet.
Cat Haiku
Little cat nestles
Twitching gently, deeply sleeps
Cannot bear to disturb her.
Smack Dab in the Middle
First place rules
Last place sucks
Somewhere in the
Middle is the norm.
I’ve certainly found
Myself there
More than once.
I can count on one hand
The times the blue ribbon
Has been placed in my care.
Yet seldom have I come in at
The pack’s end. The
Absolute centerpoint has
Entertained me more than a
Few times over these
Many years.
How should I feel then?
Content? Restless?
Unfulfilled?
Human.
And then there is Steelers Wheel’s take on this:
Stuck in the Middle With You
Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right,
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you,
And I’m wondering what it is I should do,
It’s so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I’m all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you’re proud that you’re a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please…. Please…..
Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
‘Cause I don’t think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you’re proud that you’re a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please…. Please…..
Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right,
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you.
I never realIzed they were Scottish!
Aging Gratefully
When I am old
My cheekbones will be
Exquisite reminders of the
Beauty I never had,
My lips will quiver with
Unsaid words:
Apologies,
Explanations,
Regrets.
Unlike some,
I always knew I could
Not stay young forever.
I could always picture
The veiny hands,
Crepe-y skin,
Varicose legs
Beneath my youth.
Now I find myself
Somewhere between;
Not young
Not old,
Past the boundaries of one
On the brink of the other.
If I could I would
Not go back, but
I gladly go forward with
Small apologies for what I
Might have been, but no
Excuses for who I’ve
Become.
Losing Weight
Weigh in scheduled for
11:30 a.m.
Jenny Craig awaits.
Still in bed at 9:05 trying to
Decide if I will weigh less
By doing nothing productive
Before my appointment, or
If I should arise and run
Frantically around exercising
Enough to make up for the
Non-exercise I did all week.
Questions arise:
Which non-activity
Burns more calories?
Not riding a stationary bike or
Not walking for two miles?
Opting for option #2 I slip back
Beneath the covers and
Dream of key lime pound cake.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 