Cup of colourful sweets

Tall transparent cup of sweet chocolate treats.
Written messages all over each and every one.
Happy Wishes for a new year from this day on.
A lover wishes to give love, cheer, and comfort.
A cat that accepts the suit, she is content to exchange
a bit of happiness in small nibbles over a long
time to come

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Tall window into the world. My Fishbowl.

Tall clear window,

Gives me a view, with a seat in-front of it

that supports the writer and the words that swell out of a

mangled mess of jello like brains.

Mixed amongst the words sweet sugar cookies and cream invading black

night liquid.

Jitters, shaking arms, a shot of energy and consciousness

Words of unfiltered sorts tumble out as the people on the pavement

walk by, cycle by, drive by in metal boxes with strange wheels that move

moving somewhere, going somewhere.

I am supported by a hard wooden chair that absorbs nothing.

Sitting waiting for the words to tumble out, in the right order?

Never really since words have a mind of its own and a strange new order to bring order to the disorderly.

Later perhaps tomorrow the sense of the words make sense or none at all.

Maybe if I look outside the words will make sense?

Two hours later…

I wonder where time went.

The coffee is gone, as did the sugar.

Hello words what can I do with you today?

 

 

 

Postaday

Contemplating weather or not to write that essay still

Still I am thinking about that essay.

I should write it and get things going so I can enjoy those other fun things in life.

Snuggling, sleep, snacking be swept silently asunderĀ 

from me I get a frightful freeze, that solidifies my ability to move

to think of words that lead on, and tumble forth like waterfalls in my mind

words join that cesspool and go back to the river, recycle into a new use, a new function. Continue reading