She releases

She releases

She tries to find the reason
she feels absolutely drained

Anxieties inhale her sleeping 
when she carries the weight
of a heavy day

Oh, life really is quite silly
she laughs—

and dips a toe into her bath
Water provides relief
and she releases everything



Happy New Year! I hope 2019 is a wonderful and light year for us all. 

Z

 

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Glue she never knew

Glue she never knew

She forgot she believed
she was going to leave
There was a place somewhere
waiting to be her true destiny
But, the glue she never knew
was underneath her feet—
has left her stuck no longer trying
to be where she could be


Z

Puddle of Gold

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Puddle of Gold

Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received

Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet



Z

 

A Friend Creates


An hour ago, I finished reading my friend’s first novel. The time I took to finish was, admittedly, way too long. But, I was determined to read only when I could give my full attention. Falling into the creative work of a friend is something incredibly delicate and special. 

The characters, storytelling, and page-turning quality were present the entire time; I would have found the statement to be true even if I did not know the author. I finished completely pleased with the way everything turned out. However, I really wanted to know what was to come. I imagine my reaction is a goal of any novelist. I immediately contacted my friend and shared my thoughts and feelings. 

I started thinking about how proud I am when a person I know creates something beautiful. These days (and really every day), supporting the people around us who are creating and expressing themselves is beyond necessary. Whether or not thousands of people ever get to read my brother’s essay, see my neighbor’s drawing, or hear my Grandma’s song she learned to play on the keyboard last week is far less important than the support we give each other—at the end of the day.

Perhaps I am being sentimental. But, I will always appreciate the time and energy an artist I know has put into a project. Love is probably the best word.


Z

Flipping Cards

Flipping cards

Flipping cards,
Searching for answers
Could you tell me, please
Anything about me?

I have been waiting 

For a freaking discovery
Perhaps I am just a fool
Who holds onto cards

A voice calls out and tells me
To hold back because I must
Have my own back tonight—

To head for the bed

I set down the cards
In their place in the drawer

Clarity can wait until after
I turn out the lights


Z

Tiny Pumpkin Time

Autumn was often on my mind the past summer. I wasn’t really feeling the hot, sunny season as much as usual and was really looking forward to the leaves changing and the weather getting cooler. Every year, around this time, I buy a tiny pumpkin. Tiny it may be, but I find the little fruit to be oh-so cute. There are many novelties of each season to enjoy—I am all about the season we are in right now.

TINY PUMPKINS!!!!


Z