cold face
cold hands
cold toes
cold neck
cold arms
cold legs
cold ears
cold everything
when will it all
become spring?
[a poem for the first full day of winter]
cold face
cold hands
cold toes
cold neck
cold arms
cold legs
cold ears
cold everything
when will it all
become spring?
[a poem for the first full day of winter]
Buzz Buzz
bzbz
the vibration changes
when each alert
differentiates
BUZZbuzz BUZZbuzz
bzt
BUZZ BzzbzbzBzzbzbz BUZZ Bzzbz
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz Bzzzzzzzzzzzz
i hope this helps
someone
anyone
the warm, fuzzy blanket
of a full puppy
over your toes
one welcome thing in these cold winter months
sigh
for there’s no sign
you’re looking for
you have to create it
manifest it
hold it in and breathe it into being
yourself
that’s when things start moving
the care
and love
of friends
is still kinda weird to me;
i still don’t completely feel like i deserve it,
but i am glad that i have it.
not thinking in poetry
this morning
not thinking in
much of anything
[too many thoughts
before getting out of bed]
the apprehension
to
the joy
to
the hangover
[friendship, in an introvert bottle]
vibing with the music
hoping to have something to speak of
something of which to write
to spite
the depression coming quite
quite
quite
quickly
the desire to simply
sew
stitch
embroider
do nothing with my time but extend the things i do with my hands
it is strong today
i have so many questions i want to ask my Grandmama
and no opportunity to ask them anymore
(i desire stories/
multitudes of stories/
i’d take them from strangers,
but i really want them from
the folks i grew up with and
i’ll devour them whole)