Friday, May 24, 2013

and the green grass grew all around



if you could fly
fly high above the trees and 
you could look down
you would see the canopy 
of leaves in hunter emerald 
and lime
hiding the pretty little bird 
sitting a speckled egg 
in a nest
on a branch 
connected to the trunk 
that goes to the roots 
where i buried your body

* * *

i wrote this last night as i was falling asleep
i didn't get up to write it in my notebook
i wanted to see if i would remember it
it's based on a children's song
that my 82 year old father
has been singing to his
offspring unto the 3rd generation
my father is having difficulty remembering
but he is still able to pass this on





Monday, May 20, 2013

Exhausted

Hank Williams ~ I'm So Lonesome I Could Die

I am exhausted
by guilt
by sadness
by emptiness
by longing
by foolish hope
at times like these
times so frequent
like everyday
I am defective
there’s dust on my head
letters come out bacwkards
tears without the sobs
sham depression
since there’s no real reason
fake, false, faulty
I am forgotten
yet there’ll come a time
when the vacancy sign
comes down and out
pops that other
I just can’t find it right
now

I grew up listening to country music artists, such as, Hank Williams, who died in 1953, and waltzes, such as those by Franz Lehár


Franz Lehár ~ The Volga Song

I found the prompt for this post from Brian Miller. He directs us to mindlovemisery who suggests we use the music from the decade of our birth as the basis for inspiration.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Flash 55 - Promises


you asked to meet me
beneath the blue
branches of the weeping
willow leaves dark
in the shadowed
heart brushing aside
my resolve like widow’s
weeds draped over heaving
shoulders pushing back
down my objections
soaking my breast
with sobs of undying
passion and devotion
promising pleading
until I crack
yet you are not here


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she says begging rather obviously.




Wednesday, May 15, 2013

It's The Thought & The EFFORT That Counts

Snoogs, my daughter gave me roses for Mother's Day. 
She knows green is my favorite color so
 she got white roses and put them in green water.
The extra effort to make them special just for me
made them a perfect gift.
~ click images to make biggerer ~

On May 12th.


On May 13th.


On May 15th.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day!


Happy Mother's Day to all of you Mothers and mothers out there.
I'll have 3 generations of mother's at my house today. 
I plan on consuming copious amounts of peach margaritas. 
My mother is 79 and I am 54. 
The most important thing to my mother regarding me 
is that I never comb my hair enough. 
Sad. 
My daughter and I are best friends. 
Happy.

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Wordless Wednesday - Blue, Not Sad








Guns Are Dangerous


I may have held the gun wrong a couple of times 
on Sunday when we went shooting. 
I did kill three clay pigeons. 
Until the marksman told me how to do it right. 
Then I couldn't hit the air. 
Way too many things to think about and remember.