Monday, February 27, 2012

Laundromat.

the Dryer hums                                                                

perfunctorily
walls muffle hushed thump thump
sit and watch
laundries tumble in the machine—
heats damp clothes,
throws out the water—
 
the timer counts down
thin, green, block numbers
tick. tick.
silent reminder of the end.
 
lean in and listen to the laundries;
hear the water evaporate
cool down period
 
the urge to open the door—
stop the spinning cycle
before time is up—
beckons
 
numbers blink one minute closer
one minute closer, thump thump
sit. watch.
 
dryer slows
quiet hum a memory
timer beeps, door opens
the Clothes are ready now.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Sleep.


Ahh! Sleep is eluding me.
This is my mind right now.
Welcome.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Living Roles.

Everyday we have a role we have to play.
In every situation, around every person.
We are mothers, fathers, friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, brothers and sisters, children.
We are employees and employers, customers and patients, students and teachers.
We are leaders, followers, inventors, builders, writers, painters, engineers.
We are what we have to be.
We fit into the role we have to play.
But when we're alone? Who are we?
Who are you? Who am I?
Which roles are part of who we are and which are what we become?
And when do we say "Enough is Enough.
I am me. That should be all I have to be."

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Shake It Out.


Let go of regrets.
Move forward into better days.
This is hard. But maybe, maybe I'm ready now.
I hope I'm ready.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Temper Tantrum.

Little Miss is a pretty happy little girl. If you were to see her on the street, you would see a happy, energetic, playful, darling 8-month-old.
I may be biased, but this would be a pretty accurate description of her.
She loves attention. She loves to play. She laughs a lot, smiles one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen, and just has that all around air of happiness.
However, if you make her mad...
Well, perhaps I should just show you all one of her glorious temper tantrums.
This one is toned down a bit, and is pretty funny.


Yes, she is saying what you think she is. Love this little girl.