Life was still in making when you were dying
In the thriving and outgrown forest of thoughts
The rush of feelings was clear as well as confusing… 104 more words
1 day, 15 hours
Unpeeling a tangerine
So much work for a taste of heaven,
But that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?
Using the fingernail to make a cut… 132 more words
2 weeks, 3 days
Dance With Me In The Rain
You’re not sorry.
No one is sorry.
I have a laundry list of people who aren’t sorry.
Even friends who stabbed me in the back. 83 more words
The question of the night is: Can one truly be comfortable with who they are, not knowing (or having never met) whom they come from? … 205 more words
Melba Christie at Poemattic
It was supposed to have been a masterpiece
like a Degas or a Renoir,
carefully crafted to live a life of its own
way beyond the life of its painter. 143 more words
My 1st world problems . . . . .
What am I going to fix for dinner?
Should I have hubby bring dinner home?
Is it time to buy a new car? 292 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
As I said in my first post, I am a nurse. This profession allows me to see ALL sorts of personalities. This is not always a good thing. 282 more words
1 month, 4 weeks