Tape up the sharp edges.
Gather the glass in a container.
Give the old prescriptions back to the pharmacy.
Electronics go to recycling.
Poop picked up and thrown away properly.
Only in the wilderness should things be left to go wild.
Our planet depends on us respecting it.
Inspiration strikes.
Creativity explodes.
Chaos ensues.
Drudgery begins
when the inspiration
was someone else’s idea.
From one bright idea to another.
Life is full of surprises.
Especially when you discover
you have no light to see them by!
Overripe smells
emanate from under the shoulders.
Bathing would feel so good.
Except I turned on the dishwasher
and so have a conundrum.
Do I take a shower with intermittent hot/cold spurts
or can I withstand the stench
until it is my turn to bathe?
Curtains closed.
Doors shut tight.
Spring may be out there
but so are other people’s children.
Their taunting laughter
hurts my pounding head.
Word?
Mania?
What should I say?
Supercallafragalaicious
Um, yeah.
Memory problems
Are usually laughed about.
Did I remember to turn off the oven?
The door was locked right?
Do you have your wallet?
So let me ask you something.
Can you remember who I am?
Creativity.
It is good for the soul.
Joy is found in the little things.
Details only matter
if you choose to let them.
Perfection is not everything.
The finished work
is always beautiful.
If I could write a book
it would mean I believed in myself.
If I could write a nook
it would show those who had no faith in me.
If I could write a book
it would mean I did what I dreamed of.
If I could write a book
I would be happy.
If I could write a book
and people liked it
is something I still dream of.
Only a series of hours.
Sleep.
Tossing and turning.
Missing them.
Wishing I could have brought them with me.
Happy to be home.
Cuddles amid the purrs.
Glad to hear their meows.
