not-quite Journaling, 29
springs gigantic hope
when well loved, the broken
succulent won’t wither or die;
each break grows more succulent.
So, let’s be succulent and grow,
grow all our pieces into a wholed
close your eyes, my Love, see
inside yourself… notice all
hurts and scars and lessons
and craft yourself lived armor.
Breathe… then fight!
1/28/2022: This bit, titled “In Front of the Mirror” popped into my
head, after I saw a blackout, I crafted in 2020 (2nd picture). I
can’t remember what inspired the original. Maybe I was trying a bit of
meditation… since all my meditation sessions tend to conclude with me growling
and showing my teeth—very relaxing (for me).
bare branches (and I)
dream of spring
2/2/2022: According to Punxsutawney Phil, we are supposed to have six more weeks of winter. Since everything looks rather snowy at the moment, I’m inclined to believe him. Still, it’s warming to continue dreaming spring dreams.
I love you
weird and wild,
just like me.
2/3/2022: in case you were wondering.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #12: Colour—or the Absence of Colour.