lunch @scorched earth

silver shine of strong sun on the blue sky leaf dance breeze

Today is my strong day (head held high), but all it took was the distinctive rattle of two diesel Ford trucks pulling trailers, coming into the parking lot by the garden center front gates to send me spinning right back into sorrow. I started shaking, and the tears came hot and gut-wrenching.

I will also be very glad when the sound of a received text message does not cause my heart & stomach to jump with excitement. But oh, how I miss that communication. Ironic, considering how it ended with complete non-communication.

another train poem

plaintive whistle blares
and my heart fills with
longing-
curious to find where the steel rumble
goes/where it has been
the adventure of the distance
and the
getting there

dream sequence

Amanda L., another woman and i are arm-in-arm walking & dancing out of the store (grocery?) we were in and onto the sidewalk, singing all the while...the wide concrete sidewalk has been recently hosed down so it is beautifully clean, shiny and wet...

"That sounds like a Tom Petty Song"

misty rain and a
heart full of love

travel

no longer do my past mistakes haunt me
in insomniac episodes
no longer do i spend sleepless hours
calming my racing heart from the stress
and yet i still have not
broken through the wall
i cannot help but feel, however
that i am only two
steps away

Beer & A Book

dream piece

we are visiting someone, and i have Calypso with us...her cage is in a spot that has a leaking water issue, so i am picking up her cage and getting her out of it & making sure that she is o.k. and cleaning the cage...i am playing with her & washing her little feet...

dream piece

i am at work at Lowe's when i hear that Debi has put in her resignation for retirement, and her job position is open...i turn and scurry inside the store to get to a computer and apply for that open Garden Center position...

3:40 a.m.

drifting clouds long horizontal layers move across and reveal
the shiny crescent moon
the silver luminosity
a brief glimpse
above the orange tint of the horizon
even this early
even at this hour

Car Sex Bruises

the look in your eyes
when you found
my belly-button ring
that night
in the hotel parking lot

trains

plaintive whistle sounds (and my)
heart fills with longing-
curious
to find where the steel rumble goes and
where
it has been
the adventure of the travel,
the distance and the
land

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(untitled poem)

the singer's voice in the
 coffee shop
changes
the molecular structure of
my
presence

then my being becomes
a
floating awareness
in this
light-filled
space

Week in Photos: 6

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the dreaming recall...

I have been working so much and sleeping so little that I have not been able to remember any of my recent dreams. Last night, however I did sleep, and recall this segment:

i am standing in line to at job #1 when i realize that i have to go to job #2 later on that night, and as i realize this, i break out in sobbing tears, crouching down into a kneeling position i am crying so hard...a couple of people come over to comfort me and see if i am all right...

naked, vulnerable
there is a corner of myself
that is frozen-
would this early morning sun
warm me enough
to melt the pain
caught
therein?

Week In Photographs: 4

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