Observations, we've all made
Them, they're subtler than a
Whisper of disapproval or the
Mention of a disappointment.
Quiet thoughts, barely thought
Tucked away, secreted deep in
A dark corner of memory. You
Will know it as a fact. His mom
She was just like that, you will
Blurt it out, no malice, and no
Criticism, you resent neither
One of them for it's just how
They were, are in memory, and
In your observation. There's
No whisper of discontent on
Your mind, no disfavor to put
A pall over your thinking and
Hold you fast. And hard, in a
Strange place, booing ghosts.
Category Archives: Life
Tidy up
I need someone to tidy my
House bring order in /out
Of the chaos. Tidy my mind
Clean out the messes that
Accumulate with time /in
Time /over time and under
Every cabinet and drawer
Valentines
Flowers are symbolic
Words are hyperbolic
Sometimes. Or maybe
Not. Love is a happy
State but elation can't
Be permanently held
On the highwire that's
Life. We balance our
Happiness each day
My heart is full of love
A happy state held on
Life's highwire. I am
Elated but not giddy
Just intently, quietly
In love. Hearts, flowers
At last
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Dying is a selfish act, devoid
Of companionship, committed
Alone and sometimes in the
Dark. It is your dark darkening
As everything quiets. Those
You loved cannot participate.
They may be sitting with you
By your side, but you are alone.
This is a moment of privacy.
A moment for keeping your
Own counsel, letting the
Quiet and the darkness settle.
Tamara, really 