She becomes the tide
Ebbing and flowing
Slow-moving ripples
That without warning
Give over to violent, crashing surf
Brood
It was at that moment
that the chasm opened up beneath me
You were already lost in it
I knew it and I didn’t know it
Pain
My constant companion
you are at your best
when you are quiet
when you keep to yourself
snoozing
Bully
You are always in charge
Unless you don’t want to be.
But if something doesn’t go right
you will lead from the back,
aggressively.
Essentials
A cceptance
B elief
C ompliments
D evotion
Sensitive
This week I was told by a new doctor that I have sensory processing sensitivity. Another description is that I am a highly sensitive person or HSP. This isn’t a medical condition but rather just another innate way of being. It is a personality trait that seems to be inherited.
Surly
Petulant, querulous, irascible, cantankerous, fractious, churlish, splenic, choleric, snarky, mumpish, crotchety.
If these are such unsavory ways of being, then why are they so dang fun to say?
Woe
I kept myself together. All-day. I have learned to do that over the years. I have worked with young children in public schools for a while now. I have had to call child services many times for the things kindergarteners have told me and shown me.
Equilibrium
Good with kids, atrocious with plants
Bad at faces, terrible with names
Tolerable at reading, horendous at speling
Adept at games, inept at sports
Shy but personable
Resilient but sensitive
Creative and pedestrian
Problem solver and trouble maker
Jack of all trades and master of nothing
*Me*
The Unseemly Seam
The bald friar bawled because the fryer made his holy smock wholly holey. The maid made him alter it at the altar and the nun would have none of it.
Alive
To be alive.
To be loved and cared for
and rejected and admonished
Sentinel
I never seem to catch this intersection right. I push the button and settle in next to the telephone pole for the wait.
First
A Poem
You Can’t Win ‘Em All
You can cut in line
You can fish or cut bait
You can cut a rug
But you can’t get a cut rate
Fabulous
I always think
it takes effort
to be something fabulous.
Life Rings
Soft cheeks
Giggles
Playdough
Surprises
Happy Old Year
Keeping a resolution all year was challenging, educational, and in the end, rewarding.
Apologia
I write to tell the world I’m awake.
I write to tell the world what happened.
I write to ransom my stories.
entr'acte
Today there is nothing.
So many days
I have yearned for a break
and now here it is.
Anger
Anger. What is it? It’s a feeling, I know. A powerful one. The most powerful one, it seems. People do powerful things when they are angry. They lash out physically. Fists come up, doors get slammed, cars swerve, weapons are brandished.