Poetry

Rotten eggs.

Squishy tomatoes.

Wilted lettuce.

All make for a sad appetizer

when you try to talk to your guests.

It can be hard sometimes

to say what is on your mind.

You fear a reaction

and don’t trust them to understand.

But the one thing I have learned

is if you say nothing

then they truly will never understand.

My advice is to listen to your gut.

Remember, even experts once knew nothing

before they got the necessary experience

to call themselves experts.

One day, you may be able to join them!

I am not feeling well.

My cats keep cuddling me.

Physically I feel fine.

I think my depression is getting to me again.

Head in the sand.

Tin Foil Hats.

Ignoring Reality.

Drinking the glass half-full.

Walking a mile in his shoes.

Finding a four leaf clover and eating it.

Doing a yoga class.

The spaces have not been filled.

Give in to the sinuses.

Senses on array.

Danger!

Danger!

Proceed with utmost optimism.

Nip and tuck.

Falling out of love.

Pushing the envelope.

Delving too deep.

Sparking the brain cells.

Spacing the flower pots.

Filling in the blanks.

Living as a learning.

Set it to boil.

Walk away.

Burn your hand.

Curse and dance in pain.

Water is boiled dry.

No supper for tonight.

Well, maybe peanut butter

and jam sandwiches.

Richard, Paul, Harry.

Ringo, Charlie, William.

Francis, Jordan, Lionel.

Terrence, Bradley, Hugo.

Names are names.

What do they truly make us?

Experimenting with the wrong things.

Trying new twists.

Flexing the wrong muscles.

Hurting the ones around you.

Being alive

And vulnerable.