Again, here and now


Promised myself I would never peep under the ochre sheets
of those loud southern sunsets, never pick at that old dream
still smelling like stale wisterias under a blue husk.

Look where my heart has gone again,
and again and again and again
to those salty words you said in a sleepy cedar forest,
tied me forever to the seawinds, that here and now,
to you.

I’m afraid I may actually be empty
like an ashy tree hollowed out by snow
but I’ll find folds to bury this moment so I may never find it again.

©Lipstickandmiracles 2016 

In response to Discover Challenge Here and Now


Dream totems

Clouds on 24 May 2016 at 12.16 pm
Taken on 23 May 2016 at 12.16 pm

Today, everything was as it should be, I’m pleased to report.

The trudging along familiar grainy pavements to and from my nine-to-five
– a dreadfully important occupation of course –
eyes down, mind focused
on not getting consumed by this dogged tropical heat and boredom.
The same old impassive structures I pretend to ignore,
secretly wishing I owned one of those small, dark holes in the sky.
The impatient parade of Toyota’s and BMW’s filled with people (like me but richer)
rushing to and from important places at 28.9 km per hour.

But wait a minute!
Look at those plump, buttery clouds
Big bosomed ballerinas secretly waltzing across the horizon…
a dead giveaway!
Beautiful totems in fact (a spinning top would have done nicely too)
reminding me that this really is the dream.

Clouds on 23 May 2016 at 12.17 pm
Taken on 23 May 2016 at 12.17 pm

©Lipstickandmiracles 2016