Does love have an expiration date?
A boiling point? A Finis or a c.o.b.?
So many love affairs find a terminus
Or an off-ramp that leads down a
Cliff to an unhappily ever-after no
One anticipated. Unwanted endings
That cannot be glossed over in a new
Chapter are sadder for surprising us
And unwelcome, especially when we
Unexpectedly run into each other
Across town, waiting for gas or picking
Up some Twinkies and chocolate milk
Category Archives: Complications
Chance/Choice
Opening doors, closing doors,
Moving parts; it's a jumble. I
Look to see if I should slide in
Between what is gained or just
Changed and what is lost. One
Door closes to find a different
Opportunity open up. Where
Does it lead? Whom do I follow?
Emotional disparity
What are your favorite emojis?
I misinterpreted your emotion, my bad
I misrepresented mine, maybe worse!
The array of little symbols with which
To declare my position or understand
Yours confuses and leaves me quizzical
🧐 😇 🙃 😋 😉
Make believe
Will time fly and the cow jump
When the moon is just cheesy
And fairy-tales prattle on about
The real and the imagined so
Little girls wonder if it's safe to
Grow up and little boys know
They don't ever wanna. Some
One has to see the emperor
For who he is and keep the
Spoon at the ready when you
Serve our porridge. Everyone
Mustn't run away or follow a
Trail of bread crumbs to where
The witch awaits lost children.
Where is this heavenly road leading?
Will its sheer beauty take me to the
Happy knowledge that surpasses all
Things earthbound? I want to realize
The allure of the world in its wonders.
Is this the way to the end of the world?
I am an atheist and will not acknowledge
This sort of transcendence but am so
Happy for you that you are pulled to
The spiritual, knowing your way on a
Highway to heaven, a road to nowhere.
The path that leads you to everywhere.
Where does this beautiful road lead?
Purified
Rain purifies. It cleanses
The air. Clearing the air.
Clearing away any/all
Misunderstandings.
Pure and clean, clear up.
Clear sailing. All clear.
Thank the rain. It cleanses.
Feeling
Feelings take things personally
They get hurt and emotionally
Entangled. Feeling blue or dark?
Feelings of elation are not hard
But they too can be so confusing.
Feelings are touchy, itchy, unclear.
Can't think straight and all mixed
Up? Blame it on your feelings
Lingua Franca
Suenos diva coir toric
Dobro nishedh mija
Tu moi bonjour bonsoir
Sempre siempre sueno
Reves mi amor solamente
Mon amour grande dame
Petite nogoodnik buerre
Burro barrier borrower
Schemer dreamer mio
Miyo make it our-o du
Jour invited delighted
Tesoro cara Clara vita
Bella luna full moon
Mjesec bayadera sweet
Draga carino hvala grazie
Gibberish
Sometimes your nonsense makes
More sense than all the carefully
Wrought philosophies others take
To heart. What we don't know fills
Our minds with theories and sends
Us scattering willy-nilly in and out
Of rabbit holes. Thoughts can also
Be empty like the junk food you're
Consuming. No value-added just an
Automatically registered ooh or ugh
Sometimes you mumble truth when
Others spew misguided words that
Scatter like ants surprised off their
Hill. You know better. Lying doesn't
Come easily to you. You seek clarity
Until it slips from your tongue like
Honey. Honey is sweet but it is not
A junk food. Honey can, like a well
Thought out thought, add value to
The conversation. It offers cohesion.
Imagine
What will fire my imagination
Today? Is there hope or love in
The skies to set it soaring high
With aspirations, winged in the
Flight but avoiding Icarus' fate.
Avoiding fire but being fired up,
Oxymoron upon oxymoron rings
In my ears or is it some other less
Familiar trope begging recognition.
Imagination needs its recognition
Too. It leans on the familiar to find
Its trajectory before taking off, high
Or sometimes just skimming. Low
Is another plane, a surface where
Thoughts become ideas and our
Imagination ignites, soaring or
Skimming, avoiding flames but
Fired up with hope, torment, love.
Tamara, really 