Grinning from ear to ear
But her eyes gave her away
Diving in, another piece of cheese.
Her only solace, was she a mouse?
Cheddar melting on her tongue,
The sharpness makes her feel….
It’s about all that she senses.
Spiraling, watching it happen.
Still not sure what will make it stop.
Make it stop.
Stop!
Sitting here, biting lips,
Trying not to say a word.
Cringing as the future unfolds,
One voice drowned by the din.
They know exactly what they do,
But it’s not what the cheering masses think.
Those who see it know,
We won’t be heard for now,
But we’ll end up cleaning the mess they make.
We can only hope realization isn’t too late.
Clean up on aisle eight!
Barren shelves, white as fresh fallen snow
Waiting for beauty and whimsy to grace thee
Faded family photos set aside to blend in
But inspiration is elusive and out of grasp.
The festive holiday has passed
And a chill has settled in my bones.
Nothing brings in the warmth
Not even this freshly brewed tea
I’ve wrapped my hands around.
Nothing inspires, what a bore….
I’m in desperate need of new decor.
The season’s warm glow fades
The chill sets into our bones
Frivolity will soon cease
Cheer and hope soon will wane
But for now we push forward
A false sense of new beginnings
Just waiting for reality to settle in.
Smiles, toasts, plastered grins.
But we all know,
it will one day end.
(Well…that took a turn!)
Let them fail, then they’ll learn…
But lessons should be shared too.
Striking the balance, so I’m not the bitch,
But also not guilty by omission.
Where is the line? Ha!
Line? What line? There is no line.
Once advice is rejected, guidance refused,
Load up the wet buckets and the mops.
Invariably there will be a need for
Clean up on Aisle 6!
Settled in, cup of tea in hand;
The chair gently sways beneath.
A warm sip trails down her throat.
The mist before her begins to lift
And the world comes to life.
Blue ridges off in the distance
Green trees rustle near by.
A bluebird flits from limb to limb
While a warbler sings to the side.
Yellow, white, orange and purple…
Clumps of wildflowers dance.
The mist lifts revealing skies so blue.
The birds fall quiet as the day begins.
Soft blossoms float down,
Fragrance hangs lightly in the air
The lawn littered with spent blooms
in colors of pink, yellow and white
The beauty is fleeting,
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Blossoms tumble from above
Falling on bare shoulders below
Brown hair tucked up at her nape,
Fingertips float across her silk skirt,
A vibrant teal and red sash trails behind.
It should clash, but instead there is harmony.
He awaits her arrival anxiously,
But knows their future lies ahead.
Hearts full and eyes wide open.
Dark circles surround heavy eyes
Energy drained and the world swirls
Nothing stands still, nothing feels right.
All that is needed is grounding.
The rug pulled out, footing lost,
Stumbling over every obstacle,
Exhausted from the quaking world
Failing at every turn,
and no, it doesn’t mean first attempt in learning…
Shifting goal posts, unstated expectations,
Boundaries crossed, it’s all getting old.
Find patience, show me grace.
Tears fall, uncontrollably. Over it all.
Trying to find a different way,
Thought I might get lost in clay
Smashing through the grog
Relieving my stress backlog.
However, anxiety still exists
It’s one of those dastardly beasts.
So now I’m here, scrawling about,
My mind continues to run with doubt.
Work, and home, nothing’s great.
Will this always be my fate?
Dawn Renee Writes 