deteriorating wall color combinations weak periscope, maybe
A few housecleaning details for y’all today. I am aware it is Friday, and nobody likes cleaning on the edge of a weekend, but I needed to say thanks for all the recent follows. AND thank you for not giving up on my poetry.
The giggles are returning which is always a good sign. I’ve been writing a lot, but mostly I’ve been working. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. This past year has been incredibly busy with churches closed for many.
When the inevitable occurred it made my day job 100% harder.
I have become quite familiar with bells, whistles, bright lights, more technology, post offices, zoom, louder microphones and standing on my head. I’ve never been accused of having a case of “thelook at me’s” so you can imagine what having to do so did for my soul.
My creativity took a beating as did all my relationships.
I’ll be sprucing up the place and working on updating my pages, as I focus on getting things ready for an announcement many have waited years to hear.
peruse, but take care; vulnerable: only the prelude to what is needed when describing her. sensuous verdure, yet saffron is shy’s color in nature. Autumn breezes by she feels him upon her skin and she yearns for more, His protection everything.
he found me sitting, legs crossed black leggins with a bit cut out just where attraction begins
he smelled all around me, even the book I was holding. he offered static pause so I could watch, his energy and legends felt deep within me. I wasn’t as terrified as most would have been his presence came through peacefully and i found myself worshiping him.
looking back he wandered off slowly, maybe sensing the aroma of another or giving up on me and I was left to assume
might I come for awhile,
little bitty dreams
crisp air has forged
a wool blanket, yet
within you I’d feel protected.
air has freedom I’m unsure
of, terrifying ideas
too many possibles,
too many versions of me
could bring me peace,
looking up …
the distance makes
sat outside for a bit,
a trying week
I wasn’t alone
as the rain spat
I met it
covering my face
go ahead – yours.
released my control again
my breath slowing, and
found I wasn’t alone.
She was with me,
taunting me with her ability
to pose, for him.
imagine with me, if you will
red dirt dusted
upon his boots,
the chair otherworldly
a product of sturdy,
lean legs crossed
smokey eyes intent on
the crown of the moon
and sun before him
aware of every shift, made upon his domain,
as he contemplates
I see him,
and all I need is to
Found atop a blanket of motley colors,
A woman born of divine design,
what does she dream of, they wonder.
Fairytales full of splendor,
Fantasies full of surrender,
Suddenly she remembers how to shine.
Caught inside in the textures of our earth,
and the weight of why we’re here,
Her eyes see what no one else has to find, she is happy to believe.
Her fingers willingly touch what others presumably mustn’t,
and her heart is open towards the clouds. She is ready to receive.