Can’t pretend I don’t wonder what in the world I will be writing everyday and if I can even keep this up. And.. low and behold, I sit here and some dang thing just pulls on me and I give myself to it. It’s becoming a habit, a good discipline. I’m pretty sure this would not be classified as great poetic works. They are drafts, pieces of a moments that really don’t matter wether they are good or bad, just ramblings of this here GeezerChica having her way with possibilities. So..I guess they do matter to me. oh gez. what ever.
If you sit all quiet like and listen to your world what do you notice? What calls to you?
16 april 2011
crinks in the neck
grey sky falling
slept in late
will we be old people that sit around
bemoaning our aches and pains?
slit of pain behind eyes
cat tosses fav toy
dog barks at door
will we be people that let life
stir them up till the last breath?
Dog wants toys and play
feet naked and chilled
cat moves on to other interest
will we be people that live
to love or love to live?
sit in the shadows
tap these keys
will we be people that give ourselves
to joy and curiosity?
dog nestles in to me
house needs a tidy up
wine congests my brain
will we be people that let passion
rise and live in our integrity?
car drives by
Can we be people that are enough as we are, doing the best
we can, finding forgiveness, giving kindness, honoring all life,
laughing excessively, loving passionately, listening deeply?
Noticing the little things. Notice.