Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Family

We are different
Hair and faces
Still alike though
All of the same make

Oldest is calm
Peaceful
Beautiful one

Boy is wild
Kind
Mislead one

Middle is fierce
Strong
Warrior one

Youngest am I
Not beautiful
Nor kind as others
Quiet and strange one

Together we are best
Long since has that happend
We are dispersed

I am

I’m a book woman
I’m a walking woman
I’m a music woman
I’m a broccoli woman
I’m a pen woman
I’m a clutter woman
I’m a socks woman
I’m a plant woman
I’m a food woman
I’m a smiling woman
I’m a confused woman
I’m a glasses woman
I’m a spring woman
I’m an ignored woman
I’m a lying woman
I’m an ignorant woman
I’m a peaceful woman with warlike tendencies
I’m a shoes woman
I’m a cat woman
I’m an oatmeal woman
I’m a traveling woman
I’m a dreaming woman
I’m a friendly woman
I’m a sleeping woman
I’m a gadget woman
I’m an ocean woman
I’m a light woman
I’m a sharpie woman
I’m an entertained woman
I’m a truthful woman

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Punch

First a thought
Calculatin retaliation
Muscles contracting
Pulling inward towards center
Fingers moving to your palm
Nails biting slightly
Eyes on target
Smirking face
Left cheek dimple
Breath releasing
Arm moving with rushing air
His eyes darting to movement
Half smile falling
Fist eradicating the rest
Skin beneath skin splitting
Satisfaction

Be

Blue be juice that drips from your lips
Sweet be dreams of flying dogs
Hot be islands of white sand and molten centers
Orange be socks that litter your floor
Playful be words that fall from your mouth
Scintillating be cords of opals wrapped around your waist
Open be sky above your head
Light be your feet dancing over harsh faces
Many be chairs at your table
Joyful be wind combing through your hair
Peculiar be cats sleeping in your bath tub
Bright be lights in distant places you wish to be
Clean be ground your sleep on
Singing be the tone deaf woman on the end of your street
Racing be blood in your chest
Full be coffee pots in days to come
Green be nail polish on your toes
Dry be deserts you walk in
Loud be life you live
High be sweaters in your closet
Lazy be man sleeping on your couch
Strong be arms lifting you up
Purple be rubber ducks in your sink
Smiling be your face reading my words