Yesterday walk, and to happen, by accident, to see quick stepping flight the up ahead, a young one, hand covering mouth, stifling a sob, so like yesterday me, and oh yes, oh yes, I get that kind of heart ache, and nothing, nothing you can say or do but just leave them be, because whatever it is, you know you must allow them their alone, to grieve.
Bare Bones
This is what you get with me.
Generous curves, and gentle rolls of lavender vanilla lotion scented skin. Legacy of heredity, and childbirth, and too much chocolate.
This is what you get with me.
Twenty plus years of traditional and trusting in the value of such, and crushed that I would someday have to defend in the choice I made, my worth, to anyone.
No, this is what you get with me.
Soft, and kind, and gentle in my spirit. Not one to set the world on fire. In the traditional sense.
I never will.
Still.
Black stockings, and laughing like crazy, and a fiery spirit, when I care.
I don’t want the whole world.
This is what you get with me.
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For International Women’s Day
Lost and Found
Ship of one hundred pieces. And each and every piece replaced, over time. What was the dilemma again? Whether the current ship counted as the original ship? She considered this idea in reverse, tracing with the tip of her left index finger, the long crooked years ago old scar running the length of the top portion of her right index finger.
Dismantling the past.
Digging through the trash, that’s how she’d cut herself. On pieces of broken glass whilst trying to second thought reclaim an old shirt. Reluctant relinquishing. The first piece of herself to go.
Still, an original scar.
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I’m this week (last minute) linking up with Tara’s 100 word challenge, here:
http://thinspiralnotebook.com/2016/02/03/out-walking/
This was fun!
Faith
I keep, beside my bed, an empty picture frame. Silver and glitter and shining. Sun across snow. I got it to hold the future that exists in my someday, when I shall look back and say, I was like a palm tree once. Storm bent. Nearly flattened to the ground. But now, sun and silver and glitter and shining again. Tall, in a brighter season.
Soul Resolution
Those sinking ships.
Reluctant to allow that even in the midst of your becoming you are already enough.
Abandon them.
Vanishing Point
Cold refuge is a grace
the ghost of warmth erased
for those with hearts
unwillingly suspended.
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On this snowy snowy Christmas Eve. ❤
Phases
When I am cloaked in doubt,
my hope so grounded in the world
that I fall short of dreams,
I picture the moon,
distant yet still luminous,
borrowed from its backdrop
of depthless deep blue velvet,
pinned to the collar
of my black wool coat.
over it
hurtling
head first
hurt
yet every time
I claimed
a piece
of myself
I broke
that fall
and fanned
the flames
a little higher
so much water
under
bridges
burned
you may have
been good
to some
but you were not good
to me
Blunt
Split second fantasy. He’s idling his truck at the stop sign, waiting for her to reach the curb because he thinks she’s cute. She steps into the street, waves. He nods back. Accelerates forward. Gone as fast as second thoughts drive her fantasy away.
Last week, watching her friend’s hair fussery, she avoids her own reflection in the restroom mirror. Says, someday, someday perhaps, I’ll be with someone who will tell me everyday that I am beautiful.
You won’t be, you know, her friend replies. Not until you see it for yourself. Never once taking her eyes off herself.
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100 words
Good Things
Bad things come in threes. Sure enough, she can divide her thus far life into thirds. Name each portion. Like hurricanes.
Minutes into the trip, sunshine splits the rainy sky in half with a rainbow, and then, as if that were not enough, a V of geese flies overhead, and she feels twice blessed.
First rest stop. Presiding over coffee and cookies, there he is. Relic of a war long since past, and he asks her hopefully, as she drops a dollar into the tip jar, if she’d like to hear a pirate joke, and then another, and another.
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Getting back into the swing of writing, I gave myself a 100 word limit on this one.
The Word Pirate 