I do

I signed the deal that day in blood,
then sealed it with the kiss of birth.
Loyal. Faithful. Servant. Friend.
Wonder what that’s really worth.

Intoxication: love is grand.
Floating through the clouds on high.
Invincibility sets in, waving
in awe while Golden Eagles fly by.

Unveiled eyes begin to sting.
Ears that ring reach pressure points.
Innocence drowned in a paper bag,
suffocates mobility of tender joints.

There’s a glade I visit when I’m down,
to fall back upon the earth and weep.
I lie beneath the willows’ shade
and cast my cares for them to keep.

My tears, they fall from grace to dirt,
penetrating Gaia’s breast.
These tears are roots: they sow and reap.
Ash to beauty. Release most blessed.

How could I know the flowers trapped cares;
releasing them to the hummingbirds’ probe?
Nature’s nymphs, so innocent and sweet;
singing my secrets across the globe.

A melody sweet (to vultures in wait).
The mountains, they hear, along with the sky.
Once the crows catch wind, the fat lady sings.
And all I can do is eat some crow pie.

There’s a fly on the wall – no wait, there’s three:
their steely little eyes fixed upon me.
They watch as I pet that angry mutt,
and blink when it growls and pees on our tree.

Now what can I say to make any sense?
I guess I’ve got some explaining to do.
I grasp at the wind for answers in flight.
One day I might decode this thing I do.

After seeing this in print, it almost felt poetically entertaining

                                    Found Weekend To Do List

 1. Audit receivables to get hubby off back
 2. Reconcile bank statements to avoid further “banking fees”
 3. Take kid #1 to dermatologist to avoid being “the worst mom ever!”
 4. Remember to pick kid #2 up from second night sleepover
 5. Paint kid #1’s bedroom, after:
 6. Ride kid #3’s butt to get rest of crap out of old room
 7. Attack mountain of laundry that is now yelling back in disgust
 8. Prepare for Monday’s tax return appointment without panicking that
     books have been neglected since August
 9. Clear from great room the abandoned crap from kid #1’s old room
10. Go through two weeks worth of mail and try not to cry
11. Cleverly find funds to make minimum payments and mortgage on time
12. Work on homework and submissions
13. Remember to eat, and drinking might be a smart addition
14. Meet hubby’s needs and expectations
15. Random pile of patching and other tasks unforeseen
16. Keep optimism that there might be time left for me

***Note to self: soccer and softball practices start on Monday

"Sparked" to Life

Out of the ashes (of something even tragic)
she finds her will
Crawling through the cruel dirt
she climbs that dark hill
A run for her life; she’s gotta find self
The waters of life are consuming;
she must breathe for herself
Do you know where you’ll be in an hour?
In a Day? A week? Even a year?
Run, darlin’, run
Felicitous spirit overcomes the fear
A cry for help;
they don’t even see her. Can't hear
or be bothered in their zombie state
She’s all alone,
but she has her spirit
She’s tired and cold
but she’s taken hold of her fate.

Inspired by:

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Within this glass bubble

Shards of glass under nails
Shattered
dreams
these snow flakes make

Fish cry
dies
Trapped
in this globe

Fists held high
These walls
run
deep

Day draws nigh,
no sleep

Stagnant air;
breathe to sigh
Misty morning
turns
dry cry

Where to hide?
Small spaces,
old places,
same faces

Tipped over,
upside down
New flakes
fall;
drown

Smile in place
masks
pain
from face
Yet can’t erase

Same small space
Rat race
sets
the rancid pace

Same bubble
Different Day

Is it in the air?

This atmosphere is chilling to the bone;

a world of sorrow orbits all alone.

The air is heavy even though it’s dry.

The willow shudders, letting out a sigh.

Has Isothermal given up for good?

The ice is cracking where we both once stood.

I’m slipping as I’m also reaching out,

while chocking on the words I’d like to shout.

If things continue down this path of doom,

and emptiness leads pressure to consume,

what can be done to fill the empty air;

those pockets in between hope and despair?

I must breathe in and fill my lungs with hope.