Poem

Just when I think I’m spentGiven up my last pennyCan’t take one more breathFingernails broken scraped down the sides of the tubNot getting fished out of the drainAlong it comesThis damnable thing called hope.@2012 Jennie Olson Six

Awake (Wednesday morning poetry)

AwakeAwake:Perchance to not dream.What if what appears isAn illusion created?Fear molded complicityFables taught as factsPerceptions as realityAll lies.Waking up to dream:As, what is appearance,Creation of false reality,Sparks the light insideEmerging to awaken the flameOf our collective consciousnessAnd set our souls on fire.@2012 Jennie Olson Six

Paper Stars

Paper StarsWe were making paper stars:  Some were almost perfect.  Others reflected the unsteadiness of 8 year old wobbly hands with child-safe scissors.  And with each imperfection the delight of the task slowly faded.  We would not have perfection.We would have almost good enough,A chip away at a much bigger idea.The idea of not good enough.  …

Barefoot

BarefootBarefootIn my mom’s friend’s backyardTall weedsUnfinished constructionDirty rusted nail in woodNow in my footRememberingTetanus shotBloodCockroach infested kitchenUncleanPovertyWe bond with each otherOver bloody feetCircumstances into which we’re bornMethods we used to copeUntil that turned to addictionsWithout the benefit of recoveryTaking new lives down the same pathsOf uncleanImpoverished realitiesRecreating circumstancesAs if there were nothing else availableWhen we …

#POETRY 21

<!--[if !mso]>st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]--> Twenty-OneI just got started:Community college class-loadPart-time employedStarving student vegetable rice dinnersCheap tennis-shoesGrowing out dyed hairRetro-fied hippy wardrobeMinimum payment on maxed out credit cardsRunning slippery rain hillsBoyfriend at the 4-year universityPush start Volkswagon Super-beetle.I went on to waste my time in various ways,70's disco themed parties,Hippy to office appropriate to yoga cultureMoving …

#POETRY "To the Maidens"

To the Maidens;You less than skinny,stockings runned, pock-marked, less than perfect beautiesYou who can not compete with airbrushed liesBut live full out in your speckled skin wonderWorsened by the unknown chemicals in foodSupposed to feed but poisoning us.Those earned feathery eyesSparkling behind oceans of tears,Shed in moments of pain or joyThey do not compareTo the …

#POETRY Day 11 of 30

To the Self-Proclaimed Wine Steals Whore:You may make out with them in the parking lot,Share wine and tales in the same room as some of your former consorts,But unless they see you for the diamond you areTell them to pay their own damned cork fee!

#POETRY Happy Easter

EasterBaskets.Candy-filled, hollow chocolate bunny, peeps, rabbit-poop jelly beans.Easter outfit.  New shoes.  Dress. Usually floral.  Sometimes white.Church.Easter Hats.  New outfits.  Long sermons.  Boredom.  Maybe sun.Maybe rain.Easter Egg Hunt.  Pretty hard boiled yuck.  Plastic-filled goodness.Flowers.Japanese Cherry-Blossoms.  Daffodils.  Pansies.  Easter-Lily.Dinner.Ham.  Potatoes.  Salad.  Easter candy dessert. Memories.Childhood. Family. Rituals. Resurrection.Liberation.  Freedom. Relief.Re-born.Forgiveness.  Release.  Absolve.Ascension.Into Something Else.Phone CallsI am not …