right through me

fright of the female

It gives a slight pain.
I feel for it, it’s there.
It frightens me.

Is this one natural or not?
Hard to tell, it’s that time.
It must be. It has to be.

That time passes.
Still afraid to find,
I feel again…

The lump is gone.
I sigh immeasurable relief.

K22

Keen kingfisher knows kooky kestrel. Ken knotted. Kingfisher kick-starts kestrel’s kayaking, keeps kestrel’s key. Kestrel keeps kingfisher’s knick-knack.

Kicks, kindness, kerfuffles… kindred.

*Kudos Keirs*

slight as steel

Only a short while
to bloom once planted,
like a flower,
bringing joy to many,
fading too quickly,
leaving its fragrance
to linger behind.

So were you…
A flower
to the difficult
but enjoyable field
of arranging steel.
A flower,
now clothed in steel,
lasting forever in the minds
of those who will not
let you fade.

Clive Bradley
Award-winning Steelpan Arranger
1926 - 2005

false alarm

You worry for everything.
Problems, like garbage in a bin at the end of a packed street.
Your time short, your effort unsatisfactory.
You just can’t take one more weight.
Curse it all, pack it up, and leave!

The day passes, you make it through.
Most of the anticipation didn't happen,
written, created, produced, directed
out of thin air by you.
You worry for nothing.

mr. bojangles

/bo-jan-gles/ 1 adv. highly playful, stubborn, strong enough to burst chains, madly afraid of bees, crazy to the naked eye – sometimes hilariously so, very protective of its family, named by father, friendly to the cat, dangerous to strangers, mixed breed, poisoned to illness, put to sleep (about 1992). 2 n. keeper of the hill, loyal dog for many years.

silence

The silence is deafening
because we try too hard to see that which does not exist, to hear the things that are not there to be heard, to fill the space that was not meant to be filled. How long will it take to learn to accept it for what it is, to simply enjoy the silence.

bug eyes

'Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire.'

...the foolish expectation of a repeated action finally yielding a different result.

pieces of me

The essence of you runs through my veins.
I carry you everywhere.
Where I am, there you will always be.
The older we get, the more of you
is pumped through my heart, and
permanent parts of you left within.

Though I may not always see you,
I will always need you.
Though I may not always speak with you,
I will always think of you.
You are my family... my blood,
the blood that I chose.

team

She hates jogging.

This seemed strange to those who watched her constantly jogging to and from the car, jogging to the office, jogging around the desk. She likes to get to places fast, but when it comes to exercise, she would rather do anything but jog.

However, jogging with someone else seemed manageable enough, and she consented. It became their routine. After work, twice a week, they would jog, together.

Together they would warm up, together they would find a comfortable pace, together they would jog the route, and together they would cool down.

Whenever they started a jog disconnected, it was always much more difficult to endure and complete.

It was not about the jog. It was never about the jog. It was simply about doing everything as a team.