#44

Does your heart

break open

on a regular

basis?

Do you ever

find yourself

weeping

in the back

aisle

of a bookshop?

Do you ever

see

a person

on the street

and have

to look away

because you are

overcome

with

sadness?

Me too

Friday 55 – Super Secret

I keep my cool incognito
sort of like Clark Kent.

No one knows that I 
am the ultimate badass.

I hide it under layers of flannel
and grey hair. 

I hide it very well
but take no chances 

so occasionally I throw in 
a klutzy move or
an awkward encounter.

No one suspects a thing.	

The Sunday Muse – 156

Image from the movie “Northfork”
The voices in my head
all agree it’s 
time.

They whisper
then laugh at me
and my feeble attempts
to navigate through another day
another labyrinthian set of interactions

with my fellow humans.
Why is it so difficult?
How can I find the courage
yet again
to face each one,
when every 

meeting, 
every conversation,
is a pit with sharpened sticks
waiting for me to fall
and impale myself upon them?

Others don’t even notice 
the red, neon signs
“DANGER”
that begin blinking above their heads
as soon as I walk up to them. 

So once again, 
I prepare to go out,
prepare to do battel with 
everyone who is going about their business
so casually,
so comfortably.

For them it’s easy-peasy.
They have no idea 
just how harrowing it is,
how exhausting it is,
every damn day.



This is written for http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/04/sunday-muse-156.html.  

Spring

Early April, and warm enough

to keep the windows open overnight

and so we wake to birdsong,

which is more of a repeated chirrup

than a song.

It reminds me of a dripping faucet

if the droplets sounded sharp.

Still, the air feels mild

and smells of rain.

This is spring – gentle, yet sharp.

Sunday Morning Thoughts

Take a walk around the lake
and think about things


Not your heart rate
or your calories burned
but the things you push out

of your mind
all the rest of the time

Like where have all
the years gone

how much time have you
exchanged for cash

and when will you begin
to live?

Don’t Confuse Me with the Facts

I have these preconceived
ideas
of the world
and how it works

But now and again
I come up against some
boulder, some road block that
I cannot get around

Like a bone
pulled from pudding
something that’s just not right
that doesn’t belong

Then I must choose
if I will alter my thoughts
or the world

This decision is
often harder
than you would think

Friday 55 – Early Morning

It’s a quarter to five,

still dark outside

and I can’t sleep.

There’s a perfect half moon

and a sky full of stars.

An owl hoots.

I can’t tell if the moon

is waxing or waning.

Waiting for the coffee to brew

I can’t tell if I

am waxing or waning.

Just another long day.  

Just for Today

Today I want to go for a ride
and visit Pam or Kate.

I want to drink lemonade
with real sugar.

I want stroll
and window-shop
while holding your hand,
as though life were simple.

I want to laugh and drive fast
and not think of consequences.

Just for today
I want to be happy.

 

55 words for Joy’s Verse Escape.

Knitting – 55

IMG_7705

I am a beginner
but already enchanted
with the beautiful
colors and
textures
of yarn

the way it slips
through the needles,
the feel of it on my fingers
and the repetition

knit, knit, purl
purl, purl, knit, purl
over and over
like a meditation,

the clicking of needles
a mantra

calming
soothing
and creating