What happens in the chamber
of a narrow mind?
Does the air grow thin?
Does the dim light flicker?
What would happen if
a door opened?
If they dared to look beyond it? If they viewed the world as it is, cracked but not broken?
If they acknowledged not only voices that speak with the loudest inflections, but those small voices that bend?
Imagine if they saw liberty as
not just a ruse but something
that belongs to everyone?
The axis of the Earth not
just them, but you and me too.
If there’s one thing I love almost as much as poetry it’s dresses. Today I give you my fashion sense and a song. New poem coming soon. 💕 Happy Sunday y xx
And one of my favorite songs
“Come on, and we’ll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on, and we’ll try, one last time
I’m off of the floor one more time to find you’
“We’re like Romeo and Juliet
We’re like 40 dogs; cigarettes
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet, but will
And I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be living ever after, happily”
Sometimes we have
to move beyond the full
length mirror, the curled
hair, the made up face,
the audience waiting
for a grand illusion.
We’re all an imperfect play,
hoping someone will take
note of the things we leave
out. See beyond the war paint
and hot iron, and find enchantment
in a confusing plot. We want someone
to love our secrets, our darker selves as they
tumble off the stage, stained
crimson from the fall, to love
our grief, our less than moments
where we dance over our own shadow, into chaos.
Someone who’d traded their own conflicts
and essentials with us, take our hand,
pull us up, and show us something generous,
pure and beautiful.
Incomplete, but together we
walk into the night,
all our bitter truths in the wind.
We journey on, our own fallen civilization
of happenstance romance. Finally, understanding
this is love, this is love the way the broken do it.
Find the one who focuses on your
mind and not just the shape
of your curves.
The one who disrobes
your soul before discarding
your clothes.
Find the one who doesn’t
only immerse himself in
your softness, but in your
tangled spirit too.
The one who isn’t afraid of
your summer storms, or the
way you wear your imperfections
like a tree weighed
down by its vines.
Find the one who will listen
to you even when your tune
hints of dark dissonant notes,
and a song composed in rain.
The one who is hungry to
learn your history and how
each blade of grass shifted
and grew.
Find the one who sighs
your name not with regret
but with aliveness.
Seduction in the frequency
but tenderness too.
The one who loves you
whether the stove flames
or the kettle burns.
Find the one who sees you.
not just in the sun’s reflective light
But when the sky dims too.
The one who looks at you
like you hold spring in your
hands, the bluebirds, the
green grass, and a thousand
wildflowers too.
Happy Sunday beautiful WP people and Chris 😜. I give you the finest feline in all of feline kind. You better recognize! He’s 14 pounds of pure awesomeness and a stage 5 clinger. I don’t mind though. He’s just so darn cuddly. I’m going stop before this gets weird. What’s that? Too late? Oh well . 😜
I also bought a romper the other day and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Trying new things with my hair, makeup and wardrobe. It’s always an adventure.
Ok and now for some music. On a Keith Urban kick recently. This is my song for Tucker. 😆. Really like it and Carrie is adorable. Listen, it will give you the happy feels.
Everything I Never Told You 
