that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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to breathe in the

glorious scent of life,

hold it in, there

just next to

your heart.

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in the end,

she went with

a ponytail.

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Today I am over at Vision & Verb

talking about how the more things change,

the more they stay the same…

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born just

five minutes

apart.

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friday the 13th has always been a lucky day for me, so i am ready
to embrace this one. partly because it’s my lucky day, partly just because it’s friday.

friday has always been my favorite day. isn’t it funny how we can have a favorite day of the week, when really, they are all the same?

24 hours, 60 minutes an hour, 60 seconds a minute, you get the idea.

but i love friday because i almost never work on a friday night. it’s my time to relax, even if i have to work on saturday. and sunday. which is often the case.

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something about this photo makes me think of these lines from a dylan song (visions of johanna):

she’s delicate and seems like the mirror

later followed by

the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

i’m not sure why, it may be because i am exhausted and somewhat delirious.

or maybe because it’s friday the 13th

i’ve never seen any of those movies, have you?

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is it just me, or does life seem really crazy these days, crazier than normal?

i can’t keep up. i need a vacation. or a long weekend with a stack of books and no agenda.

yeah, right. like that’s going to happen.

but that reminds me, i finished the hemingway project. so if you have any ideas for great fiction to read, i am looking for suggestions.

i miss hemingway already. really, i do.

is that weird?

yes
i have dents
and bruises
patches of rust
worn spots
leaking wisdom

each one acquired
through trial
and tribulation
and this weather
that offers
no mercy

most days
i would not trade it
but every so often i recall
an unblemished version
all new and shiny
whole and innocent

and
just for a moment
when the wind
passes through me
i whisper a tune
that echoes
regret

but then
i slip myself back
into this comfortable
broken-in skin
and try hard
not to smile

as she
stands there
all shy and quiet
absolutely alone
knocking softly
at time’s
back door

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this post is part of one shot poetry wednesday, for more, click here.

Tell me a story, sing me a song, whisper a secret, one of those ten you keep close to your heart. I promise not to tell, or raise my eyebrows, or even grin, I will just listen, absorb, resound.

It will be dark, and quiet, the only sound shall be your voice, your emotion, the deep resonating timbre of your voice, and this moment we are in, each breath we take, the sharp focus we once thought to be clarity.

Dance out your glory, raw and clumsy. Stumble and fall and laugh at the sky, that blanket you cannot escape, that blue eyed star-filled cosmic joke that holds every word you’ve ever spoken.

Hold your silence if it pleases you, but do not be afraid, this earth holds the tears of eternity, yours and hers, his and mine, every mother’s. Drown your sorrow in the ocean, hold a raindrop on
your tongue, let it wash you, clean you, clear you, absolve you.

Stand there whole and wet and cracked wide open.

Stand there.

Listen.

dance whenever the mood strikes you.

giving is the best thing there is.

take pride in the things you accomplish.

always wear your best underwear
when you go out in public, just in case.

hugs are free and also invaluable.

be good to your neighbors.

ironing is good for your soul.

you’re never too old
to learn something new.

it’s okay to be a crazy cat lady.

hard work never hurt anybody.

remembering your roots will help you grow.

once you become an adult, it’s okay, and
even a good idea, to talk to strangers.

make time for the people you love.

stand up for what you believe in.

music is a necessity.

and, of course,
never run with scissors.

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thanks, mom

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petal dance

skirt blossom

bare shouldered

morning

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flower song

fragrant muse

silhouette of

promise

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whisper breeze

columbine

masquerade in

wing tips

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listen still

touch gently

curve and spine

reveal

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this post is part of one shot poetry wednesday, for more, click here.

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Today I am over at Vision & Verb

trying to find my way in this crazy black and white world.

And wondering if I’m the only one…

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