Sunday, June 1, 2014

More Notes



Helicopters are circling and the night breeze is gentle on my bare shoulders. There might have been an earthquake an hour ago. I do love Los Angeles.

It would be nice if I could lie down on the floor, kick and scream, like a two-year-old, if I could spit it's not fair like a seven-year-old, if I could sneer my life sucks like a fifteen-year-old, or moan pray that I die like an eighty-five-year-old. Instead it's all breathe in, breathe out, rueful smiles, looking for angels in trees, being mindful of the goosebumps on my skin, reaching for ghosts.

9 comments:

  1. I bet the angels are there and the ghosts, too, and they're all blowing you kisses.

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  2. perfectly put......today is a day I would like to stay on the floor.....looking for a flutter or a feather!!

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  3. yes we are lucky enough to be mid life. lately, the more sad i am, the more amazing life is to me. i am practically raw from it. i think i'm hibernating, emotionally. and then the breathing out will become honking wailing or laughter :)

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  4. So so beautiful. You gave me chills a the end.
    How I wish you would publish a great big book of poetry that I could read every single morning :) LOVE!!

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  5. I think you DO publish a great big book of poetry. Right here. One poem at a time. Sometimes two a day. I reckon that makes me pretty lucky because I get to read it. I get to hear your heart speak daily and it is like a dream.

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  6. I guess you COULD lie on the floor and kick and scream. Nothing's stopping you! I'm not sure how satisfying it would be, but it might be worth a try.

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  7. PS
    Btw, why is this post labeled under sex?

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  8. I'm reading these posts, but have nothing even vaguely interesting, insightful, clever or helpful to say. I just want you to know that I'm here, reading, listening, caring and sending love.

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