The drought brought forth cracks in my soil
As the seeds, carefully sown await
Under a black and white sky
I call the clouds to me as if I was their master
With gentle words like rain, he tends to me
Until the life in me awakens, in pale greens and yellows
New life growing outside of me links earth to sky
He is not a farmer who works the land
He is a steward of my fertile fields
Encouraging life in my land’s empty furrows, waiting
For his same tender hands to cultivate and harvest the best of me
I hate having mental illness. It f*ck with everything. I’m going to participate in a drug study. I’m very excited to feel better unless I’m in the placebo group. In that case I will be very disappointed
I’m excited by a possible reunion of old timers. I will now become a witch calling on the devil and his mischief. Camel, 10k, Morganluv, etc, show yourselves in all of your delicious glory.
I slave over a caldron stirring My arms are tired but I will press on. Bring us some reality to season this pot. Dear old friends, I love and adore your trolly asses
After my attempt at flirting he suggested that I date more
No comment
I would write more but his suggestion has stalled my words
I need to troubleshoot if I’m out of gas or maybe busted my timing belt
I don’t think it’s my alternator
By not responding, you can get a real sense of the person
Happy trails
I am familiar with the armchair travelers
They sit cozy on their sofa or settled deep in the sheets reading literature or magazines filled with glossy pictures of exotic places
I now know of the armchair lovers who read of feelings and words, romantic, exotic to their daily reality
The glossy photographs are prompted by a series of words, paired and coupled and joined
As if words were limbs, organs and hearts joined
What an amazing thing
In this sterile world that we enter with fingertips better suited for caressing
I greet my travelers, sometimes fatigued from their journey and I try to help my tourists enjoy the scenery
While they are cozy on the sofa or deep in soft sheets
Ah, yes
That’s what I think when I have been enlightened
Now a curiosity stirs like a swizzle stick stirs
Am I a coffee with cream and sugar?
I read a comment on a blog by a certain man who doesn’t smoke and was struck by his profound thoughts. Have any of you been moved by a comment?
Just wanted to tell of a recent date I had. It was under unusual circumstances. To quote a friend “why are you talking to an Italian? You should be looking for PA junk” the fact is, he was interesting and available on a business trip. He didn’t know what I looked like so there was some anxiety. I made the effort to curl my hair and look nice/casual.
We greeted with a hug. Against the advice of friends, I got in his car after assessing him. Lol. He bumped his head on the car while unlocking the passenger side. He didn’t open the door for me but I let it slide. He might have suffered a concussion. He fumbled more with the button in the key to set those locks free but he hit the panic alarm instead. I tried to limit the humor to a smile.
We both admitted to being slightly disappointed, the honesty refreshing. I directed him to the nearest Walmart to purchase a change of clothes, the airline had lost his bag. Poor traveler. The clothes were not to his liking and I asked him if I should turn away while he looked at men’s briefs. I held back more than a smile.
He looked at me and informed me to his surprise that I am thin. He thought all Americans are obese. I laughed.
The rest shall remain a mystery.
Who have already broken their New Years resolution? See, that’s why I don’t make any.
I have been here many years. I have been lookylou, myvice, goldenhinde, diamondwillow, freehand, and palmfrond. I have written for you with much pleasure. If you have enjoyed my writing, you are welcome to my new home. I am The Croupier at all poetry.com
Now I may write of a special camel without risk of banishment
Of goodbyes and
Forgiveness
Gentle breezes stroke
Gentle cheek, kissing
As old friends do
If the fountain fills with
Joyous tears
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