A Closed Mind Is a Threat

I love how you’ve 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, “Run!
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!)

I Am Easily Distracted by Autumn-Kissed Leaves

not-quite Journaling, 45

“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly.
They take their time and wander on this,
their only chance to soar.”
Delia Owens

 

10/25/2022: This morning, when I left to see someone in a white coat (and a scope fixation) about my crappy gut, New York City was all fog and rain. When I returned home, my gloriosa daisy and forget me nots were hosting a sunbathing party. I promptly declothed… and joined them—life is good when your living room is blooming (and your digestive system is not being a total bastard).

 

 when the veil is thin,
I brew poems for dead souls
alive in my heart

 

10/31/2022: One of my favorite things about All Hallows’ Eve in the USA is pumpkin chili. Growing up (in the Dominican Republic), we celebrated the Día de las ánimas (All Souls’ Day) by cleaning our loved ones’ graves and eating (drinking and dancing) the things they loved while they lived. Pumpkin chili is a perfect addition to the tradition, particularly when we get to cook it and eat it together.

 

bare branches,
food and song in the graveyard--
to honor our dead

 

I have a thing for witchy hats, skulls, and audiobooks (with creepy kids in them).

 

“Have you ever tried to fit in? If you have, you know how heartbreaking it can be. Twisting and turning into something other people would like is humiliating. I don’t recommend it. In the end even if you win their approval, you’ll be so disgusted with yourself you won’t like what you see in the mirror.” ~ The Weirdies, by Michael Buckley

 

I am easily distracted by 🍂🍁🍂 autumn-kissed leaves.

Rosemary invoked The Power of Three, so:

I like multiples
of three--
brain, tongue, hand:

mind-love my flesh,
speak to my bones,
caress my soul.

Fresh, ripe, whole...
I’ll give you me,
times three.

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #51: The Power of Three.

Sweet Poison

I fell for his tongue
(sweet poison inked into art),
a satire of love. 

I was lost, lost, lost… In lust
(without love) pleasure
has no north.

In the chaos of hidden thirsts,
he is madness (a learned art)
on skin, wanting and waiting…

hoping 

love melts masks.

photo by Georgia de Lotz, on Unsplash

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #50: Sweet!