I never want to End our transactions – each time I’m riding high and Side saddle to your gracious Repartee and I want you.
Bias: a margin For error that autofills A name suggestion That’s either right or wrong so We press enter and move on.
When being kind is The act of being human And giving over Is as natural as breathing We will never want for more.
I’m looking for my honesty Not every day just sometimes When I remember That I don’t know what it is Or if it’s where I left it.
Everyone needs a Mickey in their life, like mine who lights up dark and Shades me from the harshest of days Her beating heart my life blood.
This getting older It feels like confidence and Competence and clarity And yet it looks like Mechanical wear and tear – betrayal by the body.
Does (or can) it exist… … if it waves lily white flags And supremicists raging in defeat…(deceit?)… lose their delusional minds?
Youth is over before you know it.
It’s been a long time Since fluoro lights and retail Tunes marked time between Makeup and music and smoke From cigarettes in nightclubs
My knee aches today But not my heart, that one is Pumping baby, like I am ready to face this day just right after this coffee…
Revolutionary? To say I love me and you It is not a war And there is no either or Just an I love you …and me
It has come to this: I write Post It notes to me And they say things like ‘You are enough’ and stuff like ‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.
A dying cat sprints Over the last finish line Innately hopeful Heart breakingly valliant And blind sided in defeat.
I inherited My father in law’s walking Stick. It has sticky Tape and a sticker with his name I think I will paint it pink.
When it’s time bury me here Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s Built like a Mack Truck With a solid beating heart And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
Three months ago you Sent us home made Rocky road We spoke on Facteime And optimistically Made plans to see you again.
a Tanka to a Mentor
I have grown to know More about me, less about Disingenuous Musings I had settled for As truth before I met you.
Oh Danny Boy by panflute Pipes Bali into Westpoint While I toy with radical Acceptance like a Speech that someone else has penned For me to speak it’s tennet.
A Tanka for Vetti
Defy gravity Crush crimson berries on ice Embrace falling rain And raise an alchemists glass Salutation joie de vie.
A tanka to you
I don’t know if you ….Love like I do and if you… Give love, being known – and do… You take up much space in time? Or could you hold space in […]
A Tanka to 2020
Fighting the virus We’re all in this together Unprecented Wear a mask and wash your hands Today we record no deaths