Poetry

The list is long.

Many things to be done.

Some are completed.

Others are waiting.

The last few can be done tomorrow.

Sovereign state.

Rivers of gold.

Fields of watered plants.

Urination.

Just nor one I would want to live in.

The noises she makes

Reminds of a duck.

She thinks her laugh is endearing.

To me it is only annoying.

I do not know how to let her know

She sounds like a Donald Duck.

Means be whoever you want to be.

If that is a fake, then so be it.

Being real is good but only when the world is comfortable with it.

Fake it until you make it.

So be real to yourself and get out of your comfort zone.

Later.

One lying on my legs.

One curled up beside me.

Heaven is this with more cats.

Empathy comes from understanding.

Trauma is trauma.

Not all are the same.

So help those who you see hurting.

It may help to heal you too.

Spring was supposed to have sprung

Where, where is the sun?

Hidden behind clouds

White stuff on the ground

All I can say is I’m done!

Would be very nice.

Getting likes and views.

Also would mean needing to care more.

Not just personal airs.

Neurons fire.

All hands on deck.

Panic ensues.

Crashes keep happening.

Jump to conclusions.

Ones that may not be acceptable.

Not every day.

Perfection is not the key.

Consistency and presence.

Mindfulness that continues with productivity.

Do it as many times as you can.

Habits form when you try.