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I found an earring on the floor,
or rather it was embedded in my foot
after running across the carpet to grab
the phone before the caller on the other end
decided I wasn't home.
Where did the earring come from?
I haven't worn any since the 80s
and this one was too juvenille
I nourish my body every morning
sitting in front of my computer
while entering sweepstakes
and looking at fashions that I'm way too old to wear
I wonder when I became like this
dull and predictable
every day the same routine
and every night looking forward to starting it again.
I wonder what Hood Canal looks like today.
The sun is sort of shining, the breeze is dull -
will the water be placid or have the winds decided
to stay there and play with the waves?
The attendant brushed her hair and picked up a tube of lipstick left behind by another woman. She twisted the cherry red stick and spread it across her lips in a wide mouthed smile.
I will blaze through my chores so I can sit and ponder
my realities of life. Are they real? I suppose not, as I often
blow things out of proportion and paint with gray colors.
I am feeling really scattered and I have work to do
so I thought I'd come here and get this creative spurt that's dying to break through and spend the day writing poetry rather than making money. Let's hope that this one word is able to break through the cycle and work its charms to help me concentrate.
I just want to splash in warm blue waters
suck on watermelon, pineapple, and vodka
under skies vacant of clouds
and worries left at home.
This application captures my attention
even if for a fleeting moment
I become one with my screen
watch letters form words
sometimes slowly
sometimes lightning fast
across my screen
as the purple bar stretches from left to right
I have a temper. I have always known that.
I thought I had it under control most times
but am aware how it creeps up on me
seeps red through my cheeks and pulses
down to my hands, clenched fists.
I keep it bottled though
love is stronger than any anger.
I found an exquisite pen
spent the whole day writing with it
in journals
on napkins
notebooks, almost any place that I could write
by the end of day it ran out ink
and now I can't find another one like it
It wasn't refillable and now I'm sad.
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