Sunday the tears shed
I thought they disappeared
how much weight six months carried
within the last year
5,360 minutes
and that’s only the morning calls
not to mention the texting, the vacation, dinners out, hiking and three times skating…
my new best friend
dropped it hot
quick tempered
cords cut
cutting cords
this moon is meant for
I hear
place the water by the window
let go of what’s holding me back
make sense of all those tears
Ive managed not to call
when my stomach flutters
and my heart clasps tight
Your words
empty words you once said
of future, the home we could share
couldn’t be quicker,
How you pushed away
made it much easier
I smile
how I haven’t called out
to reach you,
ease the clarity of crazy
you call me.
You’re missing out.
Blog
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Blood Moon
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Heavenly Creature 🌈
Back city roads
Right, right, left
accident on the highway
traffic diverted,
again
2020
memory of a youth
gone too soon
our butterfly
of orange
glow for your soul
turn black
as we lost
your vibrant
rainbow, my friend
the chaos
around us
buzzed while we connected
that night
you saw me, you saw me
the dinner in the city
others falling drunken
yelling loudly
we sat quiet
what was the chance
side by side
they seated us,
circumstance
different generations
spirit sisters
activate
time stood still
in my heart, my friend
creative outlet
big hearted
we rebel
in a world
asking us to quiet
we
express, live, dance.
shut out for the same
self expression
they celebrate
years later when the
money rolled in
namaste my friend, namaste -
Resourceful
Are those who feel guilt
Too small to make an impact
on resources, environmental sustainability
Or are those of us who care keeping ourselves small
not growing in wealth and security
Can we actually make an impact
trickle down effect proven wrong
actions compacted to change society
In a panic, I awake,
sleepy disoriented
What time of day is it?
A nap, cozy, mid day.
Hum of heat pushed through vents, hot water for the shower, roof over head.
Yet the kid wants to shop
20 min away
Gas my dear
doesn’t come cheap
Time equals money
Are you going to pay
Guilt again, not being the mother of his dreams.
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Professional Growth
I have a headache today. It’s the formaldehyde that seeped into my personal hair room in the salon I now work out of. The industry is filling shelves with new products that avoid the toxic label, yet when heated to a certain temp they omit formaldehyde.
Instant headache. That’s the first reaction. Dizzy, nausea, ear pain so intense it feels as though I have an ear infection. Throbbing. Throat scratchy. But that’s not the worst part. Fuzz. My mental state slows down. I can barely comprehend what my client is saying. Barely see what I am doing. Good thing I can do a haircut by feel, I’ve been doing it so long.
I can’t share my challenge but I warn you it’s exciting! Now in the works. At the moment I can only spread the word. I’d love a chemist to help. I use how I feel as my guide and do my research. Wow Dream Coat is said to have removed DMDM Hydantoin which turns to formaldehyde yet I still have this severe reaction to that product and to a few other smoothing products. Glad I like my frizz.
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Crush
The suit
the tie
the smart shoes
You scared me
I didn’t hear the sound of those little bells
the salon waiting room door open
boo
The smile so wide
the twinkle in your eye
we laugh light
and never have I ever felt so seen
and attractive
you had me fooled
the dimple
it must have been the dimple
and ofc that eye twinkle
early 40’s
bachelor
def not been married
my wrong
I called
you flirted
we met your office
vulnerability spilled
cheeks flushed
crush
is exactly the right word
when I found out the truth
you hadn’t lied
you were so honest
the family the wife
the separate rooms
the ties
why it won’t end
never so soon
I put my dignity in my back pocket
a hug a kiss
against the desk
remiss -
Air of Possibilities
How do we do next
Dating replaced
Foodie aside
a skate
at the rink
a hike in the woods
was the extent of our taste;
an app
a cocktail a meal
til the conversation ran dry
How do we do next
dating replaced
Hold my hand
head high
fulfill my own
self interest
poetry, curling, bowling
yes of all things curling
movies and rock bands
the woods
back to my tree hugging ways
how do we do next
dating replaced
the spring sheds the cocoon
the butterfly emerges
the snow melts on the ground
wings spread
I fly
primary colors
full force ahead.
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“You’re too pretty to be home on a Saturday night”
(literally says mom-)
English line dancing
Is anybody in?
It’s a Saturday at 7
home couch cuddling
with myself
mom calls
party about to begin
she’s headed out
her heals on
date night card games
with friends
but mom
it’s heavenly
the knit blanket
the quiet
the ginger lemon tea
Bridgerton on the screen
therapy
and poetry
where are those men you’ve been interested in
they are lying low
paperwork and Landman
ready for the next day to begin
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Hearts Shatter
I text and text and text again
Another message
Press contact photo
hit call
forwarded to voice mail
grasping air
.
repeat
clarity or closure
or something that resembles either
a follow up from the
need isn’t how much time spent
“moms on the other line”
click
.
need is how time is spent
empathy respect
hear the dream
see the vision
use the damn yoga mat
.
in a relationship
what do those needs mean
a google search …
listening
a chance to express
feelings and opinions
not met
a call back
you do care…
only voices rise
fault and blame
feel like despise
hearts shatter
