She was lovely And just like those Pointy hook latches That used to hang on Screen doors When we were young Those hooks That would fly up when The door was banged open again She was perfect and Perfectly eye catching
Month: September 2018
Hoopty ~ Really Bad Poetry
Her vernacular And lexicon Was like You know Hoopty A F And was literally Like As bad as Whatever Or something
“Shoot the Moon” ~ The Sound of My Day
This song is not the only hauntingly lonely song from Norah Jones but it is one that has implied hope that I can never seem to get away from as it circles through the end of summer and that season, into fall (appropos, no?), and winter thinking on what had happened. He'd picked her like … Continue reading “Shoot the Moon” ~ The Sound of My Day
Abundance
Abundance is mine The harvest of my labors Is fruitful indeed
Don’t live with regrets
Don't live with regrets For a lifetime for things that Take moments to say
Somewhat Interesting
Somewhat Interesting Tells the tales Of rather interesting things That Somewhat Interesting's Seen, said, and done And oh! the smiles they bring . With animated hands and face And humor in green eyes The stories tell a different thing Than what that name implies . Tales of childhood shenanigans And grown shenanigans too All the … Continue reading Somewhat Interesting
“Don’t Know Why” ~ The Sound of My Day
For reasons only I could say, I've been living with Norah Jones in the background for the last week or so. I didn't even realize I kept pushing play on the same old album again and again until I had the most spectacular deja vu with the amount of happy, relaxed chill that this one … Continue reading “Don’t Know Why” ~ The Sound of My Day
Simply Beautiful
Simply beautiful, Hummingbird flits toward the Waiting blossom fair
Lead Me
Lead me into the Golden sunlight where you will See my soul shining
En Pointe ~ Really Bad Poetry
The ballerina Rose gracefully en pointe with One slender leg behind her Extended with grace like a Dog at a hydrant
