The pink liquid drips down the side of the jars.
Cleanup stains my hands.
Now that I have bottled it
May I call it Beetlejuice?
To be on the safe side
don’t say it Three times!
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Crunchy Leaves
The wind blows
scattering them across the courtyard.
The furry brown shape darts
chasing his invisible foe.
If he catches the leaf
he is happy
then darts after another.
Fall is cold this year
but watching my cat in the leaves warms my heart.
Friday Night
A cute little outfit.
Heels to match.
Friends to party with.
Supper is relished.
The journey to the club begins.
Drinks are purchased.
The dancing begins!
Bathroom breaks as required.
The groping man slapped!
He buys an apology drink.
Friends implore stay with us.
He’s not so bad.
The world says he apologized
maybe he’s a nice guy.
Saturday morning comes.
One bloody eye opens.
The hospital staff say luck was on my side.
As much hurt as he did
Life still breathes in this broken body.
Debris in the Rings
White streaks that last only briefly.
They thin out and then fade.
Seen only from a distance
they seem unreal.
Imagination expects them to be writings.
Perhaps the gods are trying to tell us something.
Or just wanted us to see a different kind of beauty.
Unheardof
Daily chores
The minimum required.
A constant nagging.
I know you heard me!
No! You don’t have time!
Why are you not ready?!
Time to go.
I’ll just have to face the consequences
of YOUR actions!
Tree
The oak has a thick barrel trunk
while the willow bends and twists.
The birch grows thin and tall
while the laurel is sacred.
A rowan is the tree of life
while the elder holds its sway.
The cedar versus the pine
which one will nor go away?
Each resistant to the day to day.
The winds try to bring them down.
A tree is nature’s way
of saying I am here to stay.
A Messy House
I remember the days I cleaned.
The carpets were vacuumed.
The kitchen sparkled.
The bathroom tiles were wiped down.
The hallway had no toys scattered in it.
I sit here and enjoy my morning coffee
watching the work of yesterday
be demolished in less than 20 minutes!
Where the head is cut
The skeleton is a mere outline.
The whiteness of the bones
barely glinting.
They have been washed
so that the contrast to the black
would be more acute!
The skull is missing.
The head that replaces it grins at me.
Even though I know October has just begun
This T-Shirt is worn year round!
Likes or no Likes
Such a silly little thing.
A mere click of a button.
Why is it so intoxicating?
How many likes today?
Is it really a reflection of my life?
But I want more!
I want to like and be liked!
If I like and have lost
is it better than to have liked at all?
Total Isolation
Trapped within my own mind.
My thoughts circle
around the worries and insecurities
that plague my mortal being.
Yet I still crave a physical space.
One where I hear nothing,
am bothered by absolutely no one.
To think in peace is so rare these days.
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