Particular I am, about how to fold sheets
Angled into a square, or a rectangle but I
Muddle along realizing sheets, and life, don’t fold neatly because
Continue readingFolding Sheets
Poetry
I Am From . . .
I am from books and paper and pen
From Dell and HP and Oxford notebooks
I am from the maple tree outside my childhood home that
Protected me from the neighbor’s Peeping Tom and
Displayed incredible colors beyond the rainbow one mystical day. Continue reading
At the Cupcake Cafe
Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
Dream Talk
Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
Continue readingColoring My World
Let it go
Feel the lightness of being
Be now not then
The wonder is here
Here is there and everywhere
Color your world
I’m walking toward a blogging break, coloring my world toward a creative revitalization. How do you color YOUR world? See you in March.
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