I wish I could float
across the sky line…
no longer bogged down
BOYANT, AWAY I GO
Mountain and trees up top
tickle my toes
I’d travel the world round
never tiring of the show!
YES! For today, for a time
I’ll stay a cloud floating
away from my cramped mind.
You can come and join me!
From stress, FREE we’ll fly!
(I wrote this in 2016, but it really fits my present state of mind…)
Grass blades prickling toes
dancing as I lift a daisy
from ground to nose,
sniffing my eyes high
to catch the right cloud,
jump up and hitch a ride
sailing to sit by your side
take your hand in mine
and…WAIT to see what you would do
if you knew I’m so in love with you!?!
Cracked glass clouded by steam,
the reflection skewed reality,
my face distorted, monstrous!
That’s why I cover mirrors.
Sometimes, someone sees me,
wheels making me too obvious,
and I ponder what they think…
“You’re so strong!” One exclaimed.
Muscles atrophied to skin ‘n’ bone
long ago, weakness whittled
from could to should to won’t
with my soul my gut’s blackhole
sucking up good, bad ‘n’ all…
It’s not the wrinkles or dark spots
aging looks back and takes stock:
Who were you? Who’ve you become?
Does your soul just need a hug?
LEARN TO GIVE YOURSELF LOVE ❤️
The swoon:
meeting your eyes
across the room…
oh my swoon,
my chest
like a balloon
enlarging
as you come
closer, sauntering
in my direction
with determination
for further erection
of our firey connection…
Oh my swoon!!! You.
Dark my thirst
to drink you in,
stripped of all
inhibitions!
I stare still.
In your eyes
I HAVE TO DIVE.
It’s that time of the year where my insides shimmy and shake to escape the only four walls I ever see, to hop ‘n’ romp like a wild bunny! I spring UP and muscle my wheels to move, then at the door I handle, I freeze.
Who will go with me?
Nearly a decade ago, I stopped going places alone. (Funny, beginning at nineteen, I went to bars and concerts by myself, yet now, I barely leave my house.) I tend to wait for my husband.
This year, I’m freeing my wings from being duck tapped to my belly, my heart at a slow, cold beat, craving meat to eat.
Instead of waiting for a friend, I’ll purge OUT my past and become my own best friend again!
Nothing stopped me when I was young, so damn it, I’m gonna stop stopping myself now that I’m wise enough to be called old.
Youthful yearning keeps churning for just a fistful of your energy, fondling my muscles to move, kneading my ass to shake, squeezing me to twist ‘n’ shout “OH, YES!” real loud as you make my earth quake.
Your words
that voice
warmed
frigid fingers
to flicker light
in the dark
alone
to write:
Your face
that smile
pops up
head pulsing
stimulation
tickle-pricking
pure pleasure
to shout out
a showering
EXALTATION!
For a moment,
I FEEL POWER!
Rebirth:
a bird burned
to scorched earth.
Feathers old
Replaced.
Time flies
a new face
Reframed.
A peacock plumes
eyes watch sky
bright blue anew.
Rejuvenation
I Re-Claim.
A Re-Try
Remains…
Awe tastes like coffee,
steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe
as I swallow a good gulp
Awe slips down the throat,
and with a pump to the gut
rumbling the insides up,
giving a swift kick of giddy
A rocket to the flaccid brain.
Awe is trigger addictive
to someone like me,
turning darkness to light,
I drink morning to night.
Oh, what a lovely distraction,
What a moment of reflection!
Stimulation, good vibrations;
Movement towards motivation.
I dance upon my consternation!
I’ll reach for the constellations,
Burning time with bright stars
Loving the ride will get me far.
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 