MLMM, Poetry

switch.hitter

i so wanted to be right i could taste it. existentially the hours passed, the right released it’s last grasp and the left became my lane. tools with blades the worse… backwards. turns out it’s a backwards world. how, when and why did this happen? some days the world would actually turn itself upside down. was it always going to be this way? blades any kind of blade sent me into a spin. how to make it work without using it backwards and turning it upside down. and what’s with all the elbows in my face at a table? i was in my late 20’s before i used left-handed scissors. i tried, really tried but it became a nightmare i couldn’t bear. sending me back to some childhood trauma of trying to figure it out even back then. southpaw, that’s what i learned as a waitress. looking back, had no idea i was training to be a switch hitter. in school playing softball i’d switch from side to side in the batter’s box depending on who was pitching to get a better hit on the ball…. now, it’s all so sweet realizing the left is a unique place to be…. adaptability…. Bloody Well Left is Right Where i Wanna Be

funny how being right is not always the best path…
MLMM thursday music challenge Bloody Well Right

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MLMM, Poetry, sunday writing

26.imaginary.trouble

it’s a good cause
abstract and bearable
keeps the cursing far away
shifting from here to there
it matters not the dawn

hidden behind a wall
trap door deceit
living the lie
freedom fighter
every single day

feline female
purring and pretty
beyond blemish
smart and sensual
fictional figurine

without one worry
her glittered life of leisure
five living children
three nannies strong
she’s a shrouded sphinx

book reading excursion
far from land across the sea
another drop will do
this troublesome trouble
perceive her quixotic reflection

napowrimo day 26. MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt Define Insanity, Reasons for Admission

poet’s note: found this intriguing how a woman who was troublesome and did not follow the rules of engagement were treated as insane and locked up. if not locked up they sipped from a bottle that cured the vapors. how often have we found ourselves in a situation of our own making thinking it was a better world than it really was.

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dVerse, MLMM, Poetry, quadrille

19.happiness

one particular day it happened
listening to that song
over and over again
I want to make it with you
an eight track cassette playing repeatedly
by sunset I was done
so bothered i was
i started imagining myself
chucking it out the window

napowrimo day 19. it’s flying by
MMLM Music Challenge No 180..i want to make it with you
d Verse Quadrille No 180…bother

poets note: this particular day was a memory pulled right outta my head hat after reading about that particular song by bread. a long day and a long drive heading north in the oz desert.

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alliteration, MLMM, Poetry, wordle

13.so.much.more

watching waiting wander
cloaked in a crevice of craving
my arms make little motion

through an open window
the sea brings her salty odor
curled around a wind

summer sizzling heat
lingering wilt
beads of perspiration
clinging to my core

hunger in my heart
the gristle of time
seashell silent and
the stars roar

enchantingly ecstatic
conservation quiet
mending a missing button
the loner leaves a lot

day 13 napowrimo. MMLM wordle #236

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