that's mrs. mediocrity to you

Today I am over at Vision & Verb

whining about learning to embrace

a couple of wrinkles.

But only a couple, the rest of them can

…oh, nevermind.

dancing spots of light and echoes of cathedral
whispering of things
i never learned

evening draws near once again
sunsets in february
so melodramatic

all pretty and loud but still frozen,
lacking any sense
of the ethereal

there,
the real,
ether

all words that live inside another
the way these spots of light
live inside a shadow

a pew inside a church

a heart inside a life

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One month into 2011, what question(s) are you living?

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One month into the new year and pretty much all I have are questions. Questions and questions that fall from my shoulders
all throughout the day, until I end up with a little pile at my feet.

When they get to be too much, I kick them away under the desk, under the bed, out of sight, but the next day, before I’m even finished with my first cup of tea, a new pile starts to form.

Sometimes I try to pull one out, thinking I can find an answer. But they are like pick-up sticks, it’s hard to move one without upsetting the whole pile, and then they’re all going to start rolling around and it will be a big mess all over again. So mostly I just let them be.

Because, of course, some of them are perfectly good questions.

And even when I figure out the answer to one and it dissolves away into dust (you know that’s where dust bunnies come from, right?),
a new one crops up to take its place. Sometimes two new ones.
They multiply like bunnies, too.

But really, that’s okay, because I don’t live the questions…

I live the answers.

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{reverb10} check it out here

_One month into 2011, what question(s) are you living? Are there any
prompts/questions that arose during #reverb10 that are still resonating in

your life? Are you living new questions?

periwinkle exists

but only in my imagination.

green sifts through my dreams

flirting with my senses

a tease.

pink stays close by

just under my nose

where i can’t see it.

yellow and gold

have been forgotten.

violet winds its way

into my heart.

promises,

promises.

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this post is part of one shot wednesday