The chances of you changing are quite small. I know from very early in our time. Why God makes angels that will one day fall. We could be sent to teach each other rhymes or something else. I wonder at it daily. My heart opens like a flower even so. The candle just at dusk burns quite palely. I wonder what excuse you’ll use to go. It’s a comic denouement I see at last. You denigrate my knowledge and my skill. After exposure you refuse to wear a mask or test. I rise in anger at ill will. It’s comic that I’ve liked your busy mind. Respect for mine is nil: you elk’s behind.
Yesterday our friendship died for good A small death that won’t be noticed I want to place a small cross on the day to mark this death and life life because my small child is gone she grew up, now part of the quiet woman who came to me in a dream when you left you move on and tell me you won’t change so you will find another to draw close and push away, terror that you will be trapped you already are, in your own mind you say you want freedom in refusing change, that is death slow and alone, is lonely different from alone? call it freedom as you wish
I want to grow, I want to learn always you want your past, your dead you tell me I am keeping you from your life you have it back I say as music restarts I don’t, you say, my brother is dead, my wife I did not cause those they happened before we began to walk and yet you blame me like an angry child
I am in the gardens wandering I am in the gardens wondering the gardens of the world everything is a garden though some are planted with skulls and young people fighting It is strange to feel whole I do not know what to do with it yet but I will
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I have fallen for this band. I am really enjoying them.
This is part of the decorations in the park by the Kingston, Washington ferry terminal. I think this is a candy cane in the tree. I am afraid that the song that popped into my mind is NOT one of seasonal ones.
And here is another object, this one hanging in the sky.
This is Grace, a Winter Break Sea Serpent. She is visiting the Kingson, WA, in the park right by the ferry dock. There are many other creatures. I am not sure what the Sea Turtle’s name is, but she and Grace are clearly friends.
This all seems to be very watery.
There are some more earthly critters, if this is what I think it is.
Striking terror in the heart of gardeners everywhere.
I’ve shown a photograph of these fungi from my yard a few weeks ago. They are changing. They still look like mushroom flowers but more mature. The fungal network still has not dragged me or the cats underground. Hopefully the network will be patient during winter break.
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Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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