I had a dream I lived under water
in a station on the sea floor
We studied sharks and sea creatures
hoping we could learn more
The station walked on four legs
like a squat robot made of stone
we traveled deep and traveler far
a few of us called it home
I remember the color of the canyon
an orange-brown of cracked dirt
Yellow-green Marine life with extra frills
like maybe we weren’t on earth
Nothing else happened in the dream
we just lumbered on some more
searching for what we couldn’t find
we were made to learn and explore
Love
eventually
the hardest thing
about growing up
or growing old
is the relationships you grow out of
love may be infinite
but time doesn’t mean
you’ll be in the same place
or the same time
always
eventually
you have to admit
that how you once meant to somebody
is now different
she’s not a baby anymore
she’s on her own path now
you blinked
and missed the old one
but
how you wish
like you could grasp it in your hand
a wish like squiggly worms
you wish
you could zip along, too
Once again (sigh), it’s not Monday. I’ve been toying with the idea of switching to Tuesday and Wednesday posts.
Wrote this one last night. It’s difficult for me to watch my nieces and nephews get older. For some reason, it’s like I always thought they’d be little. Maybe in my eyes they still are. Even though they’re not. 😭
–AJM
work week
we plug in
and as joy drains away
so does our hope
to do something for ourselves
and then the week ends
and it’s monday again
aliens
I had a dream I visited aliens
they left their spaceship on the moon
yet in the time they left it
I stepped on it like a balloon
and it didn’t pop or float away
it shattered and made a mess
for the rest of the dream they chased me
trying to get me to confess
the space ship was red and white
like a plastic bobber on the lake
it hovered over my parents house
so close it made the windows shake
and each time they looked for me
I ran away to some place new
getting more and more exhausted
as my paranoia grew
I was so afraid and full of fear
but I never saw their faces
I just ran away from the truth I knew
that I was lacking in social graces
Once again, it’s not Monday. I didn’t want to be away for the next few days and not post anything. This one is actually written from a dream I had a month or so ago. I have strange dreams a lot and might consider writing more on them.
I hope everyone has a nice week and to those of us in the US – a very Happy Thanksgiving!! ❤️
~AJM
in darkness
For Halloween 🎃 ❤️
mom and dad
parents are still mommy and daddy
even at age thirty-six
this wrench in your gut tells you
don’t leave me
i need you
Case of the Mondays
time to sleep
it’s time i keep
close to myself
when the day is done
reality creeps in
and brings with it
hopelessness
It’s so difficult to be ON all of the time. I think it’s okay to make space for the crappy emotional health days. I certainly had my share of them last week. It’s important to come back, though, if you can… and know if you have more sad says than most, you’re not alone. ❤
–AJM
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Where Did the Summer Go
Where did the summer go
We’re heading back to school
I miss the warmth already
As the nights are getting cool
I want those long days in the sunshine
I want the afternoons at the beach
The warm nights that last forever
Lighting bugs flashing out of reach
I want iced tea in a frosted glass
BBQ chicken and mac and cheese
Fireworks so close you can touch them
I want a sunburn, even, please–
I want picnics with the family
I want to taste a summer rain
I want to hug the skies forever
I want to come back home again
Life happens. Did not get a chance to get this posted on Monday. I hope everyone has a great week!
AJM
End of Summer
at some point
you wonder
what happened to Summer
the greenery is draped
like a nap you’ve grown tired of
A. J. Morse 