Thursday, January 18, 2024

A Closed Mind Is a Threat

I love how youve cracked
and spread your ribs,
to let me in.

Touching your heart makes me feel
almost safe. But

I need more: share what lies inside
your skull. Whatever you are
keeping caged screams to me,
a closed mind is a threat.”

I overheard someone said that “When two people really love each other thought isn’t a necessary part of the equation.” I was so shocked, by the ludicrous statement, that I turned to the speaker and totally gave them my unfiltered WTF? face (which according to some of my friends *waves at Rommy*) can be rather off-putting. But what can I say? Even the idea of a thought-barren relationship makes me shudder. 

 for Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #110: Fascinating!)

Thursday, January 11, 2024

Hibiscus Has Rizz

not-quite Journaling, 64

1/5/2024: New York City is about to get some snow, so the locals are puffing up their coats. It’s either that, or this pigeon is making itself look bigger in order to intimidate the wild woman who keeps stalking it with a cell phone *cough*.

The dark can be delight.

1/9/2024: The opposite is true too: delicious delight can be found in dark things--in dark personalities, in dark stories, in dark situations, in dark poetry… Also, being able to enjoy one’s own darkness makes even the tiniest glimpses of light feel like a treat (particularly these days).

Oh, promise me,
an elderly lady is up to no good.

1/10/2024: Because sometimes, funny book spine poetry writes itself. Those two books have been stacked that way for a while, and I hadn’t noticed. It was a giggly surprise (and I’m always extra thankful for giggles).

You have enough
rizz (charm, allure, sex
appeal) to entice any
bee with a pulse.

1/11/2024: I wrote this in response to a “Bad Flowery Poetry Meets Worse Pick-Up Line” prompt. We had to recite the poem to the person (or in my case, flower) that inspired it. Yep, I stood in front of my writing group giving dubiously sexy looks at a picture of a hibiscus. It was absolutely ridiculous (and so much fun). I laughed until my face hurt.

- for Poets and Storytellers United  (Friday Writings #109: Rizz).