Poetry

window wandering

idling in neutral
waiting for the quiet of sunrise
within the wake and sleep

I see you all
wanting to tell your story

leaving the door open for you
they all wandered in

it is the quiet
where I hear you, see you
in the turbulence of wind

surrounded by the light and dark
you stood silent, waiting
for me

I’m here
in these moments
listening

poetress ponderings… passing from one world to the next… we’re all still connected… from one room to the next… 100 yards, or a million miles into space… the heart ponders these things as our love ones move forward on their journey from here….

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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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