roses (day 129)

if you lay roses at my feet, i shall trod them in all their painful beauty for love, too, has thorns that may pierce my skin… as i walk, i bleed… but the delicate petals, softly crushing under my toes are the kiss and caress that comforts, reminding, of the reason to…

day 128

the carousel continues to turn not always as merry going round music loops infinitely i tire of the ride at times 5.8.17

sweet summer (day 127)

the sweetness of a summer morning golden light filtered through the trees reverberation of bird songs by the air curiosity of my meandering dog as she explores scents of the day i walk in silence, taking it all in preparing my mind for the hours ahead letting the sun bathe me in…

crumpled (day 126)

you crumpled me like a piece of paper with frustrated words not expressing your meaning, discarded, you threw me aside i uncrumple, unfurl as much as i’m shaken i do not succumb to the many misdemeanors of stupidity no, i shall cross the street of my own accord casting your wasted words…

day 125

i amble along with a teetering gait bypass the puddles in my path i listen as nature speaks to me while thoughts of day do congeal at times i’m in a brambly place where thorns do scratch and sting my skin so i pluck the sweet and move along return to open…