the small things

M does so many little sweet things

like smiling faces on the lids of pill bottles of anti depressants

the pill dispenser saying "happy dayz" at the bottom of the inside

monte brings light

his love for me, shown
in the reflected sunlight
and clear windowpanes

whispering solace to peeps this morning (about monte)

another lifetime
he the cat, we the lovers
he slept on our bed

my lover this morning

a small hinged mirror
positioned in the open door
sun on the back wall

small vase

my grandmother liked to thrift store shop
and since i spent alot of weekends with her i inherited that love

she wasnt adverse to buying something beautiful even if it had a chip or a tear

i remember the day she bought this little vase, because i helped her wash it, and as she swirled soapy water around the inside
the bird on the top began to sing

M lines things up

this morning these

9 patch

stolen idea directly from THIS lovely blog

busts

tintex shiburi

ginko

it was a box
not the box i would have chosen first

tho i smile
i do love boxes and collect them

and not to say it was not a beautiful box
maybe Renaissance
painted with Jesus or saints or wispy holy men

i usually choose the more damaged weathered boxes
distressed
heavier
overused


but the beauty itself did attract me

when opened
along with the sweet music
and the loveliness

i felt
with
a breath exhaled
an overwhelming peace

and
as important
a more earthy depth to the aesthetic promise of the lid
there was
a natural earthiness
that
mixed with my own

formed this particular dream

blankets from....

forget all this writing and photos i found twitter

haiku

sadness overwhelms
in this season of blossoms
their pink falling tears

IT'S HARD FOR SOME MEN TO FINISH SENTENCES

Sometimes a man can't say
What he . . . A wind comes
And his doors don't rattle. Rain
Comes and his hair is dry.

There's a lot to keep inside
And a lot to . . . Sometimes shame
Means we. . . Children are cruel,
He's six and his hands. . .

Even Hamlet kept passing
The king praying
And the king said,
"There was something. . . ."

Robert Bly