Love the Wild and Weird

not-quite Journaling, 12

 Love the wild and weird
I bloom,
or get out of my garden.

 4/24/2021: This poem bit was my reply to someone who asked, “What do you do to help people like the parts of you they think are no good?” Read more HERE.

 

when it rains,
the Fair Folk mushroom
umbrellas

 4/25/2021: New York woke up to rain-kisses. My wee garden (the Fair Folk) and I are loving it. The strawberries and lettuce also loved it (but not for long). Read more HERE.

 

in my neighborhood,
an explosion of tulips
greets the supermoon

4/26/2021: I didn’t get a chance to see any of 2020’s supermoons--the weather was less than ideal, my health was a mess, and 2020 suckethed very mucho. But I think tonight will be perfect for moon watching. More photos HERE.

 

4/29/2021: During a discussion about what works (for me) when it comes to dealing with pain and exhaustion caused by chronic illnesses and a crappy immune system, someone told me, “You’re lucky and privileged to be healthy and young.” Instead of screaming “You don’t know wtf you’re talking about!”, I shared this poem.

 

I woke up
to the familiar
sounds of my city
(buses and birdsong) and the howls
of April, not going gently
into this good
night.

4/30/2021: There were also sticks clacking a mad chant around the balcony. To watch the video that inspired the poem (and more of my ramblings), click HERE.

 

Plant a seed,
feel your magic
grow.

4/30/2021, too: This chocolate cherry sunflower seed popped out of the soil in 3 days! And yes, my makeshift greenhouse is extremely sophisticated.  

 

Say aloe to my little friend.

5/3/2021: I know… GROAN! But don’t judge me. I spent the day being squeezed and pulled by mammogram and ultrasound technicians. My sore boob and I deserve an immature giggle or three.

 

5/4/2021: The Frida-Leia ACEO and the painting on the background were created by my friends Shelle and Stacy, respectively.

 

after rain,
fierce tulips still bloom
fiery curls

5/7/2021: Rain left these petals looking droopy, then came the sun and... curl!

 

I am the poem nature wrote
with her teeth.

5/8/2021: It’s true--she wrote me with teeth, claws, and tender storms.


- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #69: I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot!