Pocket Angel

{Post: 74/365}

beautiful token of LOVE

made out of

silver ball headpin

glass teardrop bead

clear acrylic

or

silver angel wings

clear crystal round bead

(the head)

silver daisy bead

(the halo)

made with love

gifted with love

given to friends

and loved ones

to hold in their pocket

as a reminder

they are LOVED

Insomnia

{Post: 73/365}

isn't it odd

that when you should be tired

and sleeping like a baby

you are wide awake

body thrumming

mind racing

creating

whirling

thinking

wake dreaming instead

of dreaming in sleep

and otherwise

up and open to

night time possibilities

but everyone else

is sleeping

so quiet is a must

don't disturb the slumber

of the lucky people

whose minds and bodies

have naturally given them rest

just write a poem

drink sleepytime tea

and relax

hoping for sleep to come again

MY Smile

{Post: 72/365}

it begins
with a warm feeling
in my heart
and flows
from heart
upward and outward
into my eyes
and on my face
it is the countenance
I offer to you
my friend
from
the warmth of my heart
and my
smile

Mad

{Post: 71/365}

I love the way

you make me laugh

even when I am mad

especially when I am mad

and you turn on your

charming boyish smile

and sweet talk me

into smiling

and laughing

at your boyish antics

until I can't even remember

why I was mad at all

I love that

even though 

I sometimes HATE it

because I WANT to be mad!

can't a girl stay mad when she's mad?

obviously not

when she's married to

a leprechaun!!!

Kitchen Chores

{Post: 70/365}

free time

kidless

and hubby wants

to 

CLEAN the KITCHEN?

ughhhhhh

of all the choices

have a bath

go out for dinner

organize the office

go for a walk

he wants to do

the usual

kitchen chores!!

crazy man!

Morning Cup

{Post: 69/365}

of all the morning drinks

that one can drink

and I do enjoy

orange juice

apple juice

milk

tea

and even

lemon water

none of them quite has

the KICK

the juice

the VERVE

if you will

of my morning COFFEE

I try to give it up

for healthier choices

and eventually

I give in

because I miss

the taste

the comfort

and the routine

of meds, breakfast and

a morning cup of coffee!

Lack of Focus

{Post: 68/365}

suffering from

a deplorable

lack of FOCUS

leads to

the pressured posting

of

NOT one,

NOT two,

NOT three,

but FOUR

new poems

OIY!

like ONE is not

challenging 

ENOUGH!!

get busy poet!!

LOL