things to write when
no one is looking
red poppies make me think of blood
they pop off the landscape like pinwheels
green is earth’s favorite color
i am in the mood for popcorn
this moment won’t last
i have been sitting here forever
the hawk that just flew over my head, he is the one,
the one i was supposed to be watching for
a blue chair in my garden is reflecting
white cottonwood falls like snow
today is the perfect temperature
i am surrounded by roses
they have thorns
their scent is cloying
they are beautiful
weeds taunt me and i ignore them
the woodpile directly before me is
the black walnut tree from my parents
when i was a kid we made
necklaces from horse chestnuts
i always cut my palm
boring holes through them with a knife
the necklaces lasted for a day
we spent the whole day before that
making them
silence is not golden it is purple
fireflies are faeries in disguise
i am 47
i would prefer
to be 39
my skin is so dry
i like a tree with gnarled branches
i like the word gnarled
this moment is for the birds
a chickadee
life
May 29th, 2010 at 12:26 pm
i’ll be 46 soon and 39 seems kind of nice….i’ll join you there 🙂
and the weather here is just making me all giddy….it’s so perfect….
happy weekend….
May 29th, 2010 at 1:19 pm
Totally in the moment. Love how you see and observe the world around you!
May 29th, 2010 at 4:27 pm
What wonderful random thoughts! I just love your blog!
xo Erin
May 29th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
my favorite kind of writing as i follow your thoughts – the woodpile once a tree from your parents KILLED me and the taunting weeds and the hawk. today a hawk flew overhead HERE chased by/chasing several small birds – within millimeters of catching a meal, he was gone. a gift to see. and I would love to be 47.
🙂
May 29th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
it’s the title of this post i love most! but i love it all. hmmmm… i will be 39 in sept. something to think about. i should enjoy it while it’s here, because someday i’ll be 47 and wishing i was back there. kind of like how i am 38 now and wish i was 30. that was just about what i feel like was the prime of my life.
i too like trees with gnarled branches. and come to think of it because you made me think of it, i like the word, too.
yes…. what marcie said …the way you see the world around you!
May 30th, 2010 at 12:10 pm
I loved how your thoughts jumped around, mine do that too, one things leading to another. 🙂 I don’t wanna be 39 again tho, lol.
May 30th, 2010 at 5:07 pm
you are quickly becoming my favorite poetess…
xo, graciel
May 31st, 2010 at 8:37 am
Wow.
May 31st, 2010 at 3:22 pm
Fabulous.
I’m 40, and I still think 39 would be nice. Just a different 39 than the one I had.
And “gnarled” should be used in every conversation.