Alien Life

Sometimes 

I swear

I must be an alien,

just visiting this planet,

without a clue

to the workings of this world

or its inhabitants.

I don’t want to draw

attention to

myself.

I try to figure out how to act

by observing

the indigenous species,

so I can blend in

and appear to belong.

When I was a kid my friend Lori gave me a teeshirt that said "I'm just visiting this planet" I wonder what she knew...

This is for G-man and his FF55 where folks offer 55 words of wisdom, wimsey or whatever!  Click on the link and check it out.

Peaceable Kingdom

     Image from tshritsmoselikes.com

Here in my fort

of cushions and chairs

draped with blankets,

I am Queen of all I see -

from one end of the living room

to the other.

In this kingdom

everyone is happy;

and no one fights

or leaves 

or divorces.

Here I sleep with arms flung wide,

safe in a memory.

This is for Mama Zen's Words Count at IGwRT.  Click on the link and check it out.

Thermochemistry

     Image: Ponytail by Last Exit

I breathe you

in long, lovely inspirations

You fill my lungs,

circulate through my

blood stream,

fill me

Finally,

saturated, satiated

I dissolve into

you

*Thermochemistry is the study of the energy and heat associated with chemical reactions and/or physical transformations.

Written for The Mag creative writing site.  Click on the link and check it out.

Head Space

If  I could hurl myself outside 

the pull of gravity

in an impossible trajectory

through time and space

could I escape

the soft, scratching sounds

inside my head?

     Image from www.blog.telecomfuturecentre.it 

Turning Off Autopilot

    Image by digitaltrends.com

Driving too fast -

top down, 
wind through my hair

sometimes I need to go so

fast

everything

in the periphery

is a blur

A little danger

around the corner

keeps things interesting,

keeps me awake,

alive -

not just

going through

the motions

I won’t be on

autopilot at 110

instead of

55

   Image by Mary Bach


This 55 is for G-man and his FF55.
(Yes, I know, in the picture I'm not moving at all...but isn't this vehicle a great choice to go too fast in?)

Leavings

The crumbs of your good intentions

are scattered on the table -

sweet, but not filling.

And tonight the scraps of

left-over promises

are enough to sustain me.

But in the wee hours I wake

hungry, wistful,

dreaming of banquets

and second helpings.

But there is never enough

to go around.

This is for G-man and his FF55.  Follow the link and see it for yourself!

After Dark

    Image by Daniel Murtagh

In the long winter nights

when time eclipses thought

and dreams bleed into waking

I question the turning of the stars.

Which of them is already dead,

how much longer until 

their lights go out, 

and how will I navigate

through the treacherous dark?

Spooned into the hollow of your arms

I count on your tenderness.

The image above was provided long ago by Tess Kincaid as a prompt for The Mag.  I never managed to write anything at the time, but the image haunted me until I recently paired it with something I wrote for G-man's FF55.  Check out both of these links for some wonderful poetry.

Chainmail

She draws out pain like a silver wire,

assessing its ductile strength.

Without break or flake

it stretches on and on.

One long line

tempered with silence.

Then she strings her sparkling ache,

upon the loom, warp and weft,

she weaves without seam

from the top down, 

and fashions it around

her heart.

This is for G-man's FF55.