For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Big Leaf Maple
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Many thanks to Jo at The Edge of Humanity Blog for putting up one of my poems:
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
You are silent.
I try a little more but I am tired. I am tired of drama, trauma drama. I dream and dream and dream. I dream that my ex touches a live bat. The bat changes in my dream, from a tiny brown nose bat to a huge fox bat with fur and stripes. It is unconscious.
“Don’t touch it! You touched it! Now we have to take it to the Health Department!” I am eyeing the bat and thinking of throwing something over it. A container. It’s huge.
My ex laughs. “No we don’t.”
“Yes we do! Rabies! It could have rabies! If we don’t take it in, you’ll need rabies shots!” Poor bat, I think, it will be killed to test for rabies.
My ex keeps laughing. “I’m not going to be tested, I won’t have shots, and the bat is fine!”
“WHAT!” I say, “No, you could die!”
I wake up. What was that dream about? Oh. It’s about you, refusing to test for Covid after being exposed. You said you would hike with me. “Not if you won’t test,” I say, “I can’t afford to get Covid again, I can’t be around you for 15 days if you won’t test.”
And you go silent.
And I try a little more and I let go. You will have to break the silence if you plan to keep your promises. Will you or won’t you? I am supposed to trust you. But people say trust me, and then sometimes they are drunk, and lying, and you can’t trust them. “I will never hurt you,” is a lie. Try this instead: “I will try not to hurt you and I will listen if you feel hurt.” And change, maybe?
Maybe.
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Dreams are funny. Fox bats ARE the largest bats in the world, but they do not have stripes: https://allthatsinteresting.com/giant-golden-crowned-flying-fox.
This is my dead steampunk pirate costume. That’s what I wore Saturday morning for the Farmer’s Market. Friends were playing music and I danced. I managed to lure one very little person out to dance. She held my fingers and watched my feet as I let her around. She was fascinated, but did not want to look at my face. Sensible small person!
I switched to a skirt and skeletal stockings for the evening. The stockings are both left legs. The socks are both right legs. You can tell by where the fibula is in the lower leg: it should not be on the same side in both legs! I danced to a great Port Angeles Band: funk and reggae. I liked Joan Baez reggae style. Loads of fun and I won the dead steampunk pirate category. Well, there weren’t categories. I gave the prize to the band.
My friend P took this photograph with my phone. Thank you, P!
I need some stamina today. I have my last pulmonary rehabilitation visit, #24, and then a dress rehearsal tonight for the concert on Saturday and Sunday. You should come!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: stamina.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Autumn blooming Colchicum, many thanks to those who identified them.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
These have been blooming this month, all over town. What ARE they? It’s fall and they look like oversize crocuses. Maybe they are confused, or perhaps I am. They are very cheerful and pretty!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The pandemic splits the thin veneer of civilized behavior
like a heavy maul falling on delicate antique wood
and wild fear emerges and riots through the streets
while some hide, some stay calm
and try to sooth the selfish unleashed beast
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: veneer.
Taken in 2015.
stone shaped heart
refuse to love me
refuse to let me in
I don’t try to change you
I am here to change me
not you
not to bury or change or rewrite my past
but to unearth past feelings
to examine them without prejudice or fear
to hold them with love and care
so that they don’t inform the present
so that my feelings are now and not mixed with past
I listen to what you say
I am here with you to learn
what are you saying to me?
you say you are always truthful
but you break laws
you smoke some stuff, legal now
you say you do not speed
sometimes you do not speed
sometimes you do
you say you never watch series
when I suggest a series
now you tell me you are watching a series
you say you never try to hurt me
mostly you never try to hurt me
except when you do
you say you never lie
you seem to believe what you say
I don’t
I try to pay attention to what I say
I try not to say never
I try not to lie to myself
I watch you and wonder
what lies do I tell over and over
to myself and others?
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Written 6/22/22
BLIND WILDERNESS
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