friday's poetry thursday...

i'm late, i'm late...
and i'm not even following the prompt...
but i am showing up,
even if i am looking a little disheveled and unkempt,
harried and out of hand.

but i'm here.

and there she began
in burgandy and green
silent as a whisper
strong and serene.
in her eyes
i watched whales glide by...
she barely seemed to notice,
never batted an eye.

and where did she end?
i never could say
she just disappeared
from the quiet corner of my mind
one day.

knitting away



so...
i have been knitting a bit lately
and here are the results.

i am quite happy with both,
although i wanted a yarn for the sweater that
was more organic looking,
more earth toned,
but this was the best i could do.

there is a little storefront
that has opened up in my area
that sells crafts and art
by commission
and i am considering approaching them
with some things.

however.
my nerves
are
not
so good.

i need to build up my confidence a bit first,
i think.

pictures can be clicked on to be seen bigger and better, i hope :)

poetry thursday...where i describe

me as being me...
without a picture.

And here i stand
still wanting-
longing to be me
bitter in
enviable
eccentricity
electricity
of a new dimension
but the hold is still the same
the cold comes under
the same name
shallow and preserved
well-mannered
and reserved...

i stand before you in my straight
and narrow
imagining you see the curved
outline of my
being.

the real me.

this was written in 1999
as i realized i was mother to two children
and stuck in business casual clothes
and felt middle aged and responible.
i felt more matriarch than cool.