Puppy love

Write about your first crush.

It feels, looking back this
Long distance, like I was
Always in love. In the 6th
Grade, it was the class bad
Boy. He was always behind.
Pink and grey were in style.
I find myself drawn to that
Combination of color still.
My first grade boyfriend 
Lumbered about carrying
My books. I was his crush 
He not mine. In Russian 
Class I liked a fellow who
Couldn't pass without me.
In summer camp a son of
The head counselors; his
Family all sit-com perfect.

Where in the world

What countries do you want to visit?

In a wide, wonderful world
Where could I go where I did
Not go before? Oh, I think it
Might be anywhere and even
Everywhere that I have never
Been. Maybe some places in 
The world where I have been
Too. Going. Visiting new lands
Seeing familiar places. Travel.
Pack. Unpack. Relax. Unwind.

Missed

You are beloved and my
Love is in real time and 
For now time may be all
We have to account for 
Who we are and how we
Love. You, my beloved,
Not only lose time, you 
Also misinterpret it. The
Loss is hard. Time when
It's misplaced does not
Come back to us. You,
And I by your side, are
Loving in misinterpreted 
Time. If you think it's 6
When it is nine we lost 
Three hours we could
Really use to live and 
Love, to care, treasure.
It is our time slipping
Away, misunderstood.

Just musing

Inspiration? Is it overrated
Or just underutilized? Why
Must I search to be inspired? 
It's all so much harder than
It would be if I were visited 
By my own personal muse.
He could drop in without
Fanfare and unannounced 
To give my work a goose in
The right direction. Every
Day and any time, I would
Be urged to create. Oh, and
Yes, all my writing would be
Beautiful and beastly. It all
Would be just so inspired!

What is love?

What are you passionate about?

It is hard for me to forget how much 
I love you. You have not yet forgotten
That you love me. That sad day may 
Come and sweep you away from my 
Care and protection, away from my 
Encircling arms where the uncertainty
Might make you anxious, but I will 
Not forget. You are my passion, my
Heart's desire. You are all the joy I 
Have from this life. From our life. 
My love, I am passionate about you.

Elusive

I see my footfalls drop in the
Clouds that line a path in the
Sky. Upside down, but headed
Toward an infinite aerie in the
Air. Above always above and
So much more to go than we 
Go here below. It's infinite in
The sky, clouds massing in the
Patterns they form, light and
Airy. Above. Here below it's so
Finite and defined. There is so
Much more to explore above
In the clouds. My path in the 
Sky has no end. Doesn't stop

Others

I walk among you as if I
Were one of you. I am not.
I am a stranger in your 
Midst. I will need some 
Kindness to welcome me.
What will I encounter from
You? Must I disguise my 
Origins? You can sense an
Alien presence, you say. 
There are too many of them
Around. I smile, a stranger
Looking for your friendship,
My heart in two places. May
I come home? Will you let me?

Seasonal

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

You are the season of my year
The fall the winter spring and
The summer. I live in the time
You alot me. My winter is never
Too cold as long as you can be
Near. Summer is hotter when
You approach but I am happy to
Bear the heat. Cool falls and oh
So sweet mild springs round out
Our year. You are the season I 
Love most. I live in the time we
Are alotted, one day one season

Portents

A benign sky has a lot
Of character. This one 
Is benign and full of 
All the subtleties that
Make a day stand out.
Beauty is in the fluffy
Puffs that stretch out
Over the sky, it defines
What kind of day we'll
Enjoy, and lets us know
How to greet sun and
Clouds with an equal 
Enthusiasm. A bright
Day deserves our full 
Attention even when
It remains modest or
Shy, hiding behind a
Bank of clouds. It is
Still a still life that is
Catching fire in our
Imagination with its
Gentle rhythms in a
Benign cloud-filled
Sky. A beautiful day!