The Wild Side

A day of rest? 

bah!

Lou Reed keeps me company

as I scour corners,

cleanse counters

and discover dark niches 

that never see the light of day

All while the dishwasher washes,

washer & dryers spin

and I play dervish

with the vacuum hose

and iron will to sanitize this home

Sunday,

bloody Sunday

good for nothing or

built for everything good

the house of the lord 

never holds dust

so today

I 

must be one step closer 

to God

hey babe

take a walk on the wild side

and as I try to remember where 

the mop I'm sure I own lives

this feels like

my version of a walk

on the wild side

look at that kat 

go, go, go...

doo, di doo, di doo, doo didoo, doo...

storm

holding on.
holding on..
holding on...

  hold on
the storm's not over yet
you have to hold on to faith
that it won't last forever
  hold on

leftovers

Breathe

Slow 

that thumping heartbeat

Release 

those squeezed shut fists

Bestill

my raging anger.

Breathe...

let Go

the Child is found 

but,

an unforgiving Look

and Sullen silence

equal Groceries abandoned

at the store today

Let go...

Breathe

let go

and live this mantra...

internal peace op-

timistic understanding

and mother's moments

This too shall pass...

I guess

that's why Moms freeze leftovers -

for this tomorrow...

love

Love
so sweet 
as it fills a heart
overflows  a  life
yet always finds room 
for yet another moment
to cherish anew
amour
♥

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touch

a slip of blanket

over fairy dust skin 

covers yesterday's bones

memories

and how your hand felt in mine

before time

stole youth

and left only 

your thin fingers 

curled around my wrist

so happy to have human touch again

~

Hmm, if I recall correctly Stranger & Me have a little MFM alphabet game going on and are around about the letter "T". Well, that makes this poem fit then, I believe. I give you "touch" inspired by a visit to my Grandmother's.