Woozy but Open-Eyed

“Perfume is a story in odor.” ~ Jean Claude Ellena

One wished for a poem inspired by perfume. The other asked for a poem brewed out of a quote. I wanted to birth a cherita. So, yes… I did all three.

the poem (cherita):

unstoppable changes,

(the most pungent

of perfumes)

leave my soul

woozy

but open-eyed

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Pick 2 Prompts, Any Prompts! then Senryū or Elfchen or Cherita) and Poets United (Poetry Pantry #487). I picked Sanaa’s Perfume and Toni’s “Poetry begins with a lump in the throat”

if you are visiting for the poetry alone, then you are already done. If not (and you wish to delight in the rest of the word yum) go ahead, read on…

3 wild bits of living:

 1. According to Flash Rosenberg, “humans get a lot done, not because we’re smart, but because we have thumbs…” She is correct. My thumbs are slightly useless, at the moment, and time seems to spill out of my clumsy grasp, as I stumble and fumble and take eons to do things I used to accomplish in seconds (turn doorknobs, put on my pants…). My doctors and I hope it’s temporary. If not, well… I shall make it work. I always do.

2. My old blog (which I’ve unpublished) continues to have RSS compatibility issues: I can’t add it to Bloglovin’, readers get no notifications, I get no notifications. It’s a mess… I tried to fix it (but couldn’t), friends who understand this stuff better than I do tried to fix it (but couldn’t), strangers whose entire job revolves around fixing this sort of blog thing tried to fix it (but found themselves just as frustrated as the rest of us lay(wo)men).

3. I refuse to waste time (I don’t have) fighting things I can’t change. So… welcome to my new blog, Guerrero Words, which I invite you to follow through Bloglovin’ (click the link), or by email (on the sidebar), or through Blogger widget (also on the sidebar). Or, if you are feeling extra daring—and trust these blog following thingies as little as I do—I suggest you sign up for all three (3 is a delicious number).

Enjoy the poetry. Join the wild bits of living discussion. Be freaking fantastic.

my latest pin find. Look at those wings go!