deep rich emerald bouquet
the chaotic shapes compose a visual melody
my eyes are drawn to you
the shadows compliment your rich hues
foliage shapes dance in a rebellious party
thin and flat
skinny and broad
tall and short
The many contrasts are married
bright lilacs rise from the greens
pale whites ring among the stalks
providing sweet feasts to hidden butterflies
and fluttering hummingbirds
thank you for your striking botanic presentation
Routine Queen; helps me function
Cat lover; his soft snuggles are unconditional
Mom; longed to be; an eye blink later 10 years in
Poetry lover; newly discovered passion
Runner; my way of staying fit and sane
Teacher: longed to be; now 20 years in
Friend; few, but cherished
Writer; didn’t know it was in me until recently bloomed
Sister; few by choice, but cherished
Wife; one of life’s accomplishments: 16 years in
Binger; Netflix, Prime, Hulu, on demand
Daughter; grateful for many gifts
Survivor; breast cancer warrior
Homebody; now being truly challenged
Inspiration from Day 23 SOL challenge
Do you know how proud of you I am?
I try to tell you as often as I can.
You’re too humble and insist I stop.
I’d like to shout your honors from the hill tops.
I delighted in all your firsts:
steps, words, smiles, life’s thirsts.
I cheered at your concerts.
We rewarded you with desserts
I look back with boast;
looking onward to all the toasts.
All the heartaches broke me too.
But I had confidence you’d make it through.
Do you understand how proud of you I am ?
I will never stop; no way my little lamb.
I am a prisoner of my daily routine
It pulls me, it drags me, it has a hold over me
Nothing else can be completed to be free
It is my drug to get me going, oh the caffeine
It percolates and grumbles
The aroma permeates my home
My mind awaits it as my eyes roam
Out the window the tree’s branch fumbles
The leaves wave to me through my screen
That first sip will ensure for all the day I am keen
When I gazed into the future,
I held my best friend’s hand tightly
Yet when time caught up, she was a different person.
When I slept over at Nana’s,
I had no knowledge of bills and deadlines.
They were inevitable.
When I laid in darkness,
The air filled with Channel and Aquanet.
Paul Simon sang, “Get off the bus Gus”
Mom prepared for her night out.
When we married G.I. Joe to Barbie,
We assumed we’d be bound forever.
But it turns out blood is not thicker than water.
Long and bent
Perhaps wanted and warn
Both equally trodden
Telling with a sigh
That has made a difference.
My words define me
I’m crass to be comedic
Yet I need to survey my community
“Thank you”, “Yes” not “Yeah”
The company I keep leads my words
But laughter is my charm
Sometimes a naughty word spills out,
Sarcasm cuts the air
I am sweet and kind in word
I can speak formal pleasantries
Then when I’m comfortable in my camaraderie,
Churlishness invokes chuckles
Not best friends, but friends indeed
Your kindness radiated from your smile
Never was your company shadowed in scorn
The kindness of your heart touched me
Others have made the same claim
This is a legacy you leave
to me and your children of many
I wish the last time I saw you
That I would have known
It was the last time I would see you.
I would have told you all of this.
Good bye and rest in peace.
The alarm sounds
I want to ignore it, but I don’t
The coffee pot chimes to me
I can’t ignore, and I don’t
The cold air envelopes my wet body
I want to hide from it, but I don’t
The arctic winds slap my face
I want to give in, but don’t
The commuter train chauffeurs me
I want to run from it, but I don’t
The office houses me for 7 hours
I want to escape it, but I don’t
The chores burden me every night
I want to neglect them, but I don’t
I crawl back into the comfort of my bed
Satisfied I pushed through this day
Ready to do it all again
Where do you go to think?
Reminisce, regret, and rejoice?
We ponder adventures and question those not taken.
It’s the place to consider beginnings,
But also judge the finales.
What if’s are asked
Maybe I should’s are questioned
Mental reprises trouble us.
Melodies, choruses, and chatter flow from the speakers.
I enjoy the solitude amongst the four doors.
Often alone, but at times in Company.￼￼￼￼￼
￼￼￼￼The small metal chamber is a necessity,
But oh how I need the therapy of the ride home.￼￼
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