midwestbetty
Stay. Please stay. Don't leave. Don't abandon me. I need you close, not smothering close. But just close enough to feel your presence. Feel your safety. Feel your spirit. Please, stay.
I don't have a lot of national pride. In November following the shooting in Ferguson, I wrote in my journal "this is not my country". Having homeland is important, Having respect for elders and ancestors is vital. However, I don't hold up a lie. I don't hold up glory to hide chronic, ingrained violence.
And who owns you? I have no owner and honestly own no one. I have to own my personal accountability; my own body, spirit, mind. Ownership is powerful; dangerous.
A sharp-feathered glider.
A graceful falcon.
Atop a wave of warming prairie air,
Surveys the treasures that grass may reveal.
Hidden under canopy of sheltered leaves
Smokey musk of camp fire dwindling
Silence echoed from chirps and breeze
Nestled in a haven where comfort is found in its absence
When I was little I took piano lessons from our next door neighbor, Holly. Although I learned quickly and had great hands, ridiculously long fingers, I was far from her most dedicated student. As with many things, once I reached a certain level of proficiency my interest began to dwindle.
So what is your real agenda here? Who are you really serving while you take up my time? Do you even know? Are you so lost in a cloud of ego mixed with unrelenting self pity and hate that you have lost any understanding of what are you doing?
A bargain can be misleading. A bargain can be the tool of a master-duper. Be careful of a good bargain.
Squat and shot
Sturdy
Unassuming
Spotted
Quirky
Farty
Friendly...
A Toadstool
Dusty and Worn
Pocked marked with rocks and divets
Laid open to expansive blue skies
Bending and lurching
Twisting and cascading
A sprint up hill or sometime a solemn march in serenity.
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