Daylight lingers as
Languorous in parting
Like lovers, stalling
He plants one last kiss upon
Her violet bruised horizon
His supplicant gesture
As she silently slips away
Maybe the night with you will come
but tonight is not that night
Tonight is a night of hot tea steaming
in my nostrils and curling around
my hands and hair
Tonight is the night of dark sweet chocolate
melting around my tongue and
slowly infusing with tears
Tonight is a night for twisting faded flowers
together into a bouquet of wishes
to ponder as it crumbles
Tonight is a night to be serenaded by all
the wounded hearts who've
Maybe someday the night will come
when I can pour myself into you
when I can let my worries slide away
in your embrace
tonight, I will pour my words out
onto a blank emotionless page
a simple consolation
despite the lack of commiseration
but for you is
a poor substitute
Quizzically Raised Eyebrows
I was super serious
But she was supercilious
I was so recalcitrant
That she called the management
I just couldn't abide
How she took it in stride
And spurned my rude overtures
For what rightly was yours
Report to the main office
When I walked into school today for my first day on the job, I never imagined the feeling I would have when I headed home this afternoon. After learning where the janitorial supplies were kept, I swept the floors and cleaned the bathrooms just like I did on my previous job.
Around lunchtime, I hear on the loudspeaker that every teacher and staff member is to report to the main office before leaving school today. I briefly question if that would include me since I had only been there for ten hours, but I want to be sure I am following all orders.
I can't ever remember receiving a gift when it was not my birthday or Christmas. The office assistant said that a volunteer brought in thank you gift bags for every member of the staff and that included me. As I placed the "You are appreciated" note on my refrigerator and savored a couple of high-end chocolates later that night, I knew I had the best job in the world.
I might really do it this time.
Why should i see another sun?
what is wrong with me that no one wants to be around me?
why am i even here.
and even when people like me
i spend too much time trying to figure out why.
i Just hate how slowly the moments drip by.
like molasses in Alaska.
even if the plan is “dystopian nightmare”
or “utopian daydream”
I’m losing the sense that any of it is worthwhile.
the socks are stuffed.
I’ve had enough.
just like that time we road tripped
and the dogs slept so peacefully in the backseat
you were so tired yet you got us home safely;
time to lay down to sleep in the passenger side once more.
Take me home.
A Sad Time In Our Lifetime
Let's face a fact. Science isn't political. Science is science. Science goes to the heart of facts, based on hard evidence, not hearsay. I hear all this talk about how the vaccine is a plot. Conservative media, certain politicians, downplay the need and there are people who buy into that notion. Shame on them.
The vaccine gives you a chance to live. Metal won't stick to your face. It's not Russia, China or India, our own government, or whatever; what this is, is a failure to trust in what works. For you, your family, your friends.
Over 612,000 died from Covid had no say because there was no vaccine. I am willing to bet if they hadn't died, they would be the first ones at a clinic begging for the vaccine in order to live.
To all the naysayers, I wish you well and hope you don't get ill, especially with Delta on the rise. But dammit ... have trust, have faith, and stop listening to false news that says you will be just fine without it.
Truth is: you won't be. Just ask the parents who have lost a total of 300 kids to the Delta variant. 300 kids that will never have the chance to grow up.
We all know this feeling
Alarm rings. I look up from my pillow, groggy. I press dismiss. I lay my head down once more, sleep arrives. A smile spreads across my face. "Shut up alarm."
holy days sing their refrain
because of the night
Oh peaceful sunrise,
you too sing with grace and ease
because of the day
Days turn into years,
years into millennia
and all ages end
after boisterous clouds dispersed, elegant fable gambling honour insurrected journals; knocked lies. mumbling noises on pavements quivered, rising sun tinkled ukele, vulnerable words xeroxed; yielding zest.
There is a weird neighborhood with two houses, fenced in with a great white wall and nothing beyond the wall but desert. Inside of the wall the houses have a yard but the grass is a reddish yellow and the little trees are orange and blowing in the wind. There is a family who lives in the one house and from this part the facts become less clear.
I think I remember the two girls who live in the house getting grounded and scrolling through some futuristic strand of light with house or clothing items. I think I can remember the father telling one of them not to go beyond the wall and their house was all bendy and odd looking.
Other than that, my mom woke me up and I never got to continue it. It wasn't a bad dream, just wacky and I wish someone deam doctor would tell me how it formed. Before bed I read the books Lockwood and co. Worked on some alliteration for the contest (Want to help me, list some A words, thank you :) ), and before that I sang to a country song. I also thought of the movie Home. Oh and I watched Good witch. Any of those from this dream? I don't think so.