Tweets

You are as deep as
my dog's water bowl
I looked into your eyes
and saw eye
No more.

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Lunch today with Mom
I had the Cobb salad
She ate my soul
Left a mess and
no tip
What a bitch.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count with MZ, Twitter Poetry

Those Boots

Nancy Sinatra wore them!

I saw them on the Sony and Cher Show

Coveted them

like any 9 year-old girl covets

horses and 10 year-old boys

My mother said no

Too expensive

Besides, I'd soon outgrow them anyway

But on a birthday shopping trip

to the city with Nana

(We rode the bus; Nana never learned to drive)

I saw them in the Thom McCann window

Nana let me try them on

The salesman zipped and laced them up

I wore them home

feeling like a star

White go-go boots.

Mod Barbies had them too!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, The Clothes Make the Woman

The Denim Jacket

The eponymous jacket

Can't explain

When I saw you

I was smitten

You wore that denim jacket

It was as much a part of you as

your right arm

Freshman year

That jacket was already

broken in and faded

but it brought out

the blue of your eyes

I loved how they sparkled

You were adamant

Either Led Zeppelin or The Who

I knew by the Union Jack on the left sleeve

just where you stood

A roll of peppermint Certs

always in your breast pocket

I tasted them

 mingled with beer

the first time you kissed me

The night you spent in my room

you left that jacket

hanging over my chair the next morning

You knew my boyfriend was coming to visit

and threw down the first bid

in a poker game I wasn't yet sure

I was ready to play

It didn't take long, though

before I began wearing your denim jacket

like a second skin

Singing Who songs

I think it's love. 

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, The Clothes Make the Woman

Mr. Jones

At his door I rang the bell
then rang again so he could hear
I saw his form across the room
He cautiously walked near
He fumbled with the lock
and with a smile he let me in
I set his meal down on the counter,
asking how he'd been
Just like every week he said,
"Well, I'm still here, you know
But seems I get a bit more weak
and increasingly slow!"
He laughed and shook his head
and rubbed his hands through sparse, white hair
He started coughing, reached out
for support, leaned on a chair
And then I saw his eyes
and knew his sadness, grief, and pain
Through the milky film of cataracts
his tears fell unrestrained
He told me of the road trips
and adventures with his wife
She had died the year before
It seemed another life
A convertible of royal blue
was never long in park
They'd jump inside and drive for miles
to Vegas for a lark
"Nowadays I cannot see
to drive it down the street
so it sits right there in my garage-
idle, empty, neat
I apologize for my complaints
I know that youth can't last
But never did I think that I
would get so old so fast."

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Wed. With Peggy, It's In the Eyes

Storm Damage

image by Kelly DeLay

I saw the sky go scarlet in your eyes

but didn't expect the storm

You were the first one to make me

feel beautiful

Now, you won't speak

except for rumblings of thunder

You throw lightning bolts in my face

The passion of your anger

blinds and burns

Where is the calm, emerald ocean

that used to live in your eyes?

The warm waters where my soul

bathed with yours?

If I said I'm sorry,

would the storm cease?

If I begged forgiveness,

would you look at me again

like you once did

or

Will there always be storm damage?

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday

The Girl Who Loves Winter Wakes

Snowy Dreams by Natalia Drepina

The Girl Who Loves Winter

sleeps through the summer months

Impenetrable

to the sun's assault

She dreams

of a white fox

If you look closely,

you might see her silvery whiskers

and her ivory coat,

soft as elder down

The Girl Who Loves Winter

begins to stir and stretch

She lifts her head

just as you are bringing your plants indoors

before the first frost

Lento heartbeat

quickens to restless accelerando

as she steps into the cold

The Girl Who Loves Winter

raises her head to the granite sky

Snowflakes fall on her eyelashes

like butterfly kisses

from a long lost love.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Birthdays in January

New Post on "Rants!"

Since I haven't posted much lately on my "Rants From the Hormonally Challenged" blog, I thought I'd let you all know that I finally have a new post up. Check it out HERE

Resolutions

source

The second day of the New Year

opens its eyes

Broken resolutions lay

on the floor like a shattered champagne flute

Sweep them into the dustpan

and lay them to rest with the stale leftovers

You think they are forgotten

Yet they merely lay buried

with the second verse of "Auld Lang Syne"

and the tiny shard of glass

that pricks your foot

in the most tender spot

like a broken promise.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says: Let's Make a Few Resolutions