Eggs III
May 27th, 2012 § 4 Comments
how to build a proper nest for time…
link, loop like straw, tuck, paper like twine.
foxes and box kites knocking the clime,
Momma’s little yoke,
chichi calcium, nature’s design…
Momma’s baby folk.
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Another form, the Burns Stanza found here.
The Person He Is
May 23rd, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I do
want to be
the staying kind.
He is worth incredible inner struggle.
To this blessed, broken girl.
More From Michigan
May 18th, 2012 § 4 Comments
End of a Day
May 18th, 2012 § 6 Comments
“Mommy!”
He kept them up last night till I got home from overtime. It was like heaven.
“Mommy! Mommy! I got all smiley faces!!”
“Mommmmmeeee mommmeeeee potty!”
She with the blackish brown eyes ran at me and hugged my belly.
The LittleOne ran at me and hugged my legs. A blond and brown pony tail met my eyes as I looked down at my babies, my growing, loving babies that I created. I carried. I care for.
“Ok, back here to finish your stories.” My Love is beaming from the bed, knowing he did a nice, RIGHT thing, proud of himself for lasting ONE MORE DAY as a single dad while I work the 7 to 7 overtime. More money for our struggling family. The little pony tails bounce back to the bed. They climb up, but still face me, chattering like sparrows.
“Mommy, I have a splinter you need to get out.” She with the blackish brown eyes shows me her soft palm, with a tiny sliver of wood in it. My heart soars. I AM the one who deals with splinters. He can’t take it, but moms have to do the things that cause pain to create healing.
“Booboo! Booboo!” Not to be outdone, The LittleOne shows me a fresh shin bruise that I simply must kiss immediately.
Off to get the tweezers, my eyes fill a little. Yes, I’m tired (boy there should be a different word for HOW tired), so a little emotion is predictable.
But really, it was honest joy. Look at all my gifts…
Missing Thing
May 17th, 2012 § 4 Comments
Kind of see
some
thing missing
some thing seen
some
missing thing
saw and un-
seen
missing thing
After the Hey Day
May 9th, 2012 § 8 Comments
Hooker eyes at sunrise
Notice blood-shot
Punch bowl mistakes and price tagged dreams
TV assassination glory
Button up spine
How is normal processed?
Check the bar code.
There’s dark bark to any rough tree
The greedy/heavenly ignore the seedy/melancholy
Sluts will be sluts
The always motive
Losing count of clock ticks
Cocktail napkin warnings
Soap box prophet calls the day,
Smoking away some shitty pain.
Organic Personification
May 1st, 2012 § 5 Comments
Would you marry me?
Together, we will worship the sun.
Growing Babies
May 1st, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Of the human garden
Its equal opportunity
Fertile
Short mercy
Glory
Swallow and dissolve
Striations
Ruby bullets
Tells
Capacity to know
Less successful at forgetting.
You want them to be silly hearts
