“Today’s my one day to garden!”
(Internally eyes the swelling issue, chiding it in rebellion to stay endurant)
“Today’s my one day to garden!”
(Internally eyes the swelling issue, chiding it in rebellion to stay endurant)
“Now the back of my knee is clicking and pain throbs through the joint.
This is all good progress – right?!”
(Screeching internally, hysterically)
“Well…the right one is torn – as evidenced by shearing pain if I try any form of deep bend.
But I think it was stuck in the wrong position since the accident.”
She had stepped through the thin-draping spider webs and kept brushing them off, mindful to be careful of any baby spiders.
But the last swipe produced an accidentally-crumpled, moist body-squished sensation as it dropped from off of her mid-lower fingers from back of her leg where she couldn’t see it – and she couldn’t reconcile the injuring.”
What if you do not like me in reality?
I’ve dealt with such extremes in life
Face-value is not something I’m giving
Yet relationships have been distorting
And when under pressure I’m masking
No one took the time to unwrap layers
I have very simple needs inside really
Yet men have run off with tucked tails
Accusing me as if witchery
For wanting a true bonding
The only reason Hell is “bad”
Is because we’re alone “frying”
Feeling dreams are dying
In our suffering and crying
I dreamed of a country cottage
Coming up sidways to entrance
You extending a hand to welcome me
Garden plants and flowers comforting
The structure clean in simple elegance
A home reminding bones of endurance
I had forgotten a house could emanate
Sense of place so calming to existence
“Today – I Garden!”
Legends spoke of males
Desiring bond of a queen
But she had never encountered
A warrior capable of attendance
She pulled back her psychic tendrils as best she could to wrap around her form and hold her tightly within their cocoon in order to not distract him from what needed doing.
(Title play with words)
She was always going to want and need more.
“I worry…I’m literally burning up.”
What if she was wrong, again?
We grow together
Or we grow apart
“Wolf’s swelling looks to be only a lipoma to keep an eye on!”
“I was left as if I was the problem.”
“As I slowly emerged from deep sleeping, I awoke to find myself and my children entangled in others’ nightmares of a life only slightly worth living.
When a sleeper awakens and begins fighting for others and protecting them in hostile territory, there is rarely forgiving.”
“At least one chubby rat and thick middlin’ snake live in our happily overgrown front garden zones currently.
During several times that I’ve watered, a sizeable, fuzzy-brown blur has been flushed out to duck into new hiding.
And today, similarity happened by my briefly-glimpsed noticing of the third end of a plump snake tail quickly disappearing as it had passed across behind me on the shaded pathway!
I am pretty happy about this becauss it means our little garden area is a mini ecosystem.”
“And my hair dryer is frying – about to catch on fire!”
“Something just tore painfully in my knee, and tomorrow I take the wolf to a 2nd opinion vet.”
“Look,” she told him flatly, hiding her compassion, “it doesn’t matter how I felt about you – I’m not getting involved with a married man!”
There is this crazy red mottling
Covering my entire quadraceps
I hope this is good news
Meaning next recovering
“A deep dive into the subject will either enrage or purge me.”
“I used to value and enjoy them until I repeatedly experienced people I needed to show up for me using them as escapism.”
In playing we can create
Nearly any atmospheric
Thematic for imagining
Do you truly crave touch
By openly-shared feeling?
Or are your words merely
Forms of tempt-capturing?