Placing emotions on a page, then folding them into intricate origami dioramas of life
Or pluck stars from the sky and plant them under mountains to grow gemstone geodes
Even distill humanity, boil off the dross, and serve up a potent shot of pure intoxication and misery
Then crumple up the whole thing, delete the file, and try again since the craft was not perfected
She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”
He didn’t dignify her with a response.
“Really? You don’t want to say anything?”
It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her
Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her
Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!
That first time my lips grazed yours
How my world changed forever
Racing hearts beating together
It left me dizzy and short of breath
Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again
Loving that hit of raw adrenaline
Revealing light streams over the landscape
Abstract shapes resolve into the finite
Dictating reality to manifest yet again
It warmed her heart every time it happened
As the sun slowly eased itself above the threshold of the horizon
The green flash announcing its next jaunt across the sky
Exciting her eyes with the potential of a new chance, a new day
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
Nothing like the present to start something new
Of course you might fail
When that happens, learn from it and try something again. Never a better time than…
Slurping a liquid hug
On a cold gray dreary day
Uplifts her spirits, and she sighed contentedly
Perhaps she would be lucky and tomorrow be gloomy again
Giving all of you so many thanks
It is awesome when you come and look at my poetry
Finding out that I have touched you with my words
That is something I love to unwrap, not just at Christmas, but every day
So once again, thank you!
Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines
As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind
Nothing will ever be the same ever again
Bonus poem:
Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him
Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him
Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him
That’s when she pulled up her sleeves before
Reaching behind his ear to pull out a twenty-dollar bill
It amazed not only the crowd, but her as well
Checking again, she pulled yet another twenty from his ear. She tried again
Kept pulling out the money yet no one noticed his ears seemed to grow pointy
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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