POEMS

BLISS
rolling hills,
snowy slopes,
elderly oaks,
long prairie grasses
sneak through the snow.
animal prints
mess its decor.
winds swirl,
sun caresses,
the bends and curves,
pink orange and purple
smear the horizon.
some winter resort,
no my home!


TREASURES
brown eyes,
ornery smiles,
dimpled cheeks,
hair tousled from sleep.
backpacks flying,
shoe tying,
bus waiting,
kiss before "they" see.
bickering mouths,
playful teases,
small battles,
chases around the house.
sweet kisses,
snuggle requests,
bedtime rituals,
lay with me please.
treasured memories
a mother's world.

a message in a bottle

Hey you. Are you aware that the world may end tomorrow and you are still in some time warp from your journal, writing the same things you did 15 years ago. Same ideals, same complaints, nice job moving forward there slick.

This would be my subconscious talking to my conscious mind after I reread some of my journal entries from at least 15 years ago. Thanks for reminding me I am still stuck like chuck.

Note for new year, GET UNSTUCK ALREADY.

Looking for motivational or inspirational help to move forward instead of sitting in the backward motion. Also giving advice, don't go reread your journals, may cause heavy drinking.