Frosting
Birthday party
Friends
Bouncing Baby Boy
French onion dip deliciousness
Birthday candles never lit
Freezing in Southern California
Water
Badminton
Wandering mallards
Bocce balls
Women talking
Brilliant Ideas
Words of Wisdom
Barbecue
Wind
No one lit themselves on fire
No one shot their eye out
No one got food poisoning
No, it was a good day.
I’d post a link to her blog but I can’t find it!
We wrote this on text messages back and forth.
We may add more later.
Death
Death sits on the couch,
doesn’t like the drapes,
hates the furniture,
and wonders when his time will come.
Death sits on the couch,
contemplating suicide and thinking,
“Well, that’s just redundant.”
Death sits on the couch,
realizes that so many wait for him,
but never get beyond that thought,
and then it’s their turn.
Death sits on the couch
He watches me as I move in and out of her room
We eye each other
As I pass into the hallway
Is he here to comfort me?
He can’t
He’s too bony
Not a good hugger, Death.
My thoughts for the day: I still stick my foot in my mouth, I just have learned not to chew on it. This pretty much applies every day. And it’s a little atrocious sometimes. But I’ve also learned to keep my mouth shut and THAT actually helps. A LOT. Now here’s the Poetry, I’m behind 2 days so it’s 2 days worth:
Tuesday Morning Blues
Going for that big long drive
Might be the wrong town….
Ants
I guess you thought that
Occupying my kitchen
Wouldn’t make me mad…
Emergency #1
They say don’t try this
at home but some can’t resist
the need for stitches!
Emergency #2
Noodles falling down
over clean floors please don’t feed
ant infestation.
Tonight is a lunar eclipse, I think, I’m not sure.
Dates are hard to come by and keep
when you’re out of your world or even in it.
They say you can sometimes see the man in the moon
but all I can ever see is the rabbit.
A rabbit with his head tilted towards the top
ears back, gazing up just like we do
when all our tears melted the ice
and drowned us in the rivers of our sorrows
we have no choice but to look up.
There are no free flights on this voyage.
Your frequent flyer miles will not give you a free ticket,
and while some of us may upgrade to first class
you will pay to check your bag and for your package of peanuts.
Tonight we speed through space in a traveling machine
that a human invented but most humans don’t understand
including me.
I don’t understand flight.
Planes, I don’t get it.
Cars I sort of understand.
Boats float.
And sometimes there are trains run by engines of steam
I sort of get it.
I’m not that kind of smart.
But what I do know is that we all travel on this thing together
no matter what method we choose,
wrecking on the highway,
full barrel four legs flight on a horse bound for no where,
two wheeled hot steel between our thighs.
Slow down open road
come slowly wind
arcs are necessary in this kind of hurricane
that goes too fast for scantily clad rabbits
hurrying to find shelter, comfort, warmth,
a place to lay down and die when the road is too much and the flight too long.
They missed me during beverage service.
I had to wait in line, got some drops from an empty can
but won’t wait for some perspective on why I drive,
drive, drive, drive, drive and drive some more away
from stained shirts, broken wheels and heart beats that stopped too soon.
Found behind prison walls, institutions and closed doors
of rooms contained in hallways of places that should be called hom
and what we’re all looking for
A little peace
A little quiet
A little safety
But we don’t always find flying on the freeway of broken dream bottles,
shards of ungranted wishes by grey-bearded wizards who never visits
but his words dripped by acid tongues,
too twisted to spell reason
too forked to speak truth out of either side of their mouths,
perpetuating tales that didn’t exist for anyone claiming to be related to love.
Love, the unrelenting and most powerful,
love, the most sought and least understood
the thing we all wait for but don’t realize
that when we look up
like rabbits
ears back
faces bright towards the moon
and we see the deep breathe of the rabbit,
shining back from the moon that,
like the light reflected,
so do we
like the moon reflects our light back to us
we can catch this and reflect it back to each other
we are what we’ve been waiting for
ears back
face up
lighting up the night sky
shining
almost bright enough to outshine the sun.
@2012 Jennie Olson Six
| Photograph by rps.net. |
Tiny leaves come tumbling down the street
as if to warn me with high, sweeky voices
“The wind is coming! The wind is coming!”
And around the corner, the wall of you hits me
as if to threaten of things to come
and your potential for destruction
and like that you are gone
only to rumble throughout the trees
filling the air with the sound of your fury
and your possibility.
Jennie Olson Six 