One thing goes wrong and everything else
seems to follow suit. I can’t seem to get away.
Once I’m annoyed, I stay annoyed. The smallest
irritants that shouldn’t cause me any grief just add
to the rolling ball of exasperation that is building up
in my stomach. The only way to dissolve the frustration
is to have something go right, and then something else
go right. This pattern has to continue until I’m back
to my normal self or the fury starts to rise again,
unabated. It just does not seem all that fair.
Work Work Work Work
All I seem to do is work –
every day, all day long,
rain or shine, calm or storm.
I can’t seem to find the time
to sleep enough on most nights.
When will this torture finally stop?
Who knows? I need a nap.
Mysteries abound in life
and while it is fun to figure
some of them out, there are
others that should be left alone.
Can you determine which is which?
Catcher of Dreams
Intricately tied in knots around a thin golden
hoop, it’s thread creating a geometric pattern,
meant to keep any bad dreams stuck in its web,
allowing the good ones to seamlessly slip through
the center opening. Resting on the wall by my bed,
it keeps me safe through the night, until the morning
sun comes to burn all the negative thoughts away.
We live in thoughts, not breaths;
We should count time by heart-throbs.
~Philip James Bailey
Her pulse quickened as he stepped into view. He turned
and his bright eyes met hers, causing her breath to catch
in her throat. He walked over, a smile playing at the edges
of his mouth. Her heart pounding out a staccato, her palms
slightly moist, she shyly smiled as he stopped in front of her.
With one simple hello, their lives were changed forever.
Sparkly blue or deep burgundy;
forest green or sunshine yellow.
Cascading snowflakes or curious foxes;
elegant stripes or fanciful polka dots.
Matching shades on toes and fingers;
shaped into points, squares, or ovals.
Long and graceful or short and stubby;
filed and shapely or broken and rough.
No matter the color, design, or shape –
my nails are happiest when they’re
rightfully dressed for the occasion.
Ten years ago, you made this world a brighter
place. Eight weeks later, you came into our lives
and filled a hole in our hearts we didn’t even know
was there. You’re a silly, rambunctious, beautiful
boy and we wouldn’t trade our time with you for
anything in the world. We hope to have you in our
lives for many more years. We love you, Bailey.
The sweet melodious sound of her laughter
fills the air as she dances in the rain, the drops
bouncing off her rain jacket. Her joy is palpable
with her arms flung out, her head tossed back.
Smiling and dripping wet, she comes back inside –
trading her soggy coat for dry clothes and a warm hug.
Roses are Red
The red rose bloomed unexpectedly.
Spreading its petals wide like a stain
seeping across a lace tablecloth.
The sweet scent emitting from deep
within its center sent a warmth
through the air that could be felt
by those around. It lasted for only
a short period of time, but its presence
lingered for what seemed like days.
Bound by Fate
the way your smile lights up your face
it makes my heart beat faster
the way you walk with so much grace
it’s like you are a dancer
your kisses melt away my cares
and transport love to my soul
your hugs make me desire to share
what we have gained as a whole
together we are far stronger
than those that’d tear us apart
we are bound for so much longer
by the will of both our hearts
the fates brought us together
and we’ll hold on forever