Describe your ideal week.
A dip in the - not bragging- Olympic pool
Makes an ordinary day that much better.
Rinse and repeat. Walk in sunshine, cool.
Grab a tall, superb latte in a quiet corner.
As seven days pass, we can string them
Into a week. One idyll after t'other marks
Time passing slowly and quick, it's a gem
Every week the best in my memory lurks.
Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.
Skills thrills goosebumps and chills
These guys can hit, run, score points.
Jump hurdles, too; some of them will.
All that we admire even aspire to do.
Have you lost your way so far that
You secure the rapacious daughter,
Honor the unworthy son? Those you
Should- nay can- trust you cast aside,
Deeming the trustworthy in doubt.
Your day is filled with whipping winds
And swirls of an uncertain mind. Your
Night could find you comfort if you let
Love comfort and care for you. There
Is a child that would give you tender
Care in exchange for nothing but your
Need. You needn't show her a kindness
Not even a word of gratitude or praise.
She will help you find your way and let
You enjoy the restoration of your wits.
How do you relax?
There's a song for almost any phrase
As it pops into my head. As it arises
With elipses, colloquial inaccuracies
Hum along with my thoughts, every
Endin' short one g, feels picturesque
Maybe it's picaresque. Maybe I'm not
Sharp 'cause I am tired. Tired 'cause
I need to relax. Listen to the song and
"Takin' it easy." Ending short a g, wiz!
It shouldn't surprise you that it's
All about time and that I am writing
About time and wondering what the
Time might be where you are or if
You have the time and asking if it's
The right time now for you or for us
For me, the time is ripe and always
Right. It's right on time, I would say
Are you surprised? Time is on my mind
This time, next time, every time, always
I wonder and ask is this a good time?
What time is it
From Tamara, really
In the heat, when you can see the air
You don't want to see the air, really,
Do you? Warm.. no way past warm all
The way to sticky and thick, it's not to be
Ignored or treated lightly. It's not. Light,
That is, air this heavy is carried on your
Back, your neck and shoulders like a
Mantle or a yoke. It's assertive; it's
Aggressive, sometimes nasty. See the
Air. In the heat. You can't shake it off.
How are you feeling right now?
When asked about my health, I utter
A terse response, not begrudgingly or
Out of reticence. I'm really not shy, nor
Secretive. I tend to be open, forthright
Candid and frank. Ready with a bright
Quip or a silky retort. No essays, just a
Check mark next to good, well, fine, Ok
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
I am hungry for self-expression
I want to make a good impression
I want to share thoughts, ideas
A poem is not the only panacea
Eager am I to write you a poem
My words must resonate rhythm
What I see is up to me
How I do that's up to you
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Need something? Here's where to
Get that information (make it so
Smooth, you sound like Peter Lorre)
Who's Peter Lorre? Search, you'll see.
Up to snuff. What?
Minding my p's and
Q's. I was thinking it
Refers to peace and
To quiet, but how do
I mind those. Listen
To your quiet. Obey
The peace. Count off
Your alphabet "a, b, c
D" and when you get
Up there it's "l, m, en,
Oh, pea, queue." What
Is up to snuff anyway?
Just minding my p's...
Tamara, really