self love
is an alone journey
table of one
solo mission
operation love thyself
because
no one else will
write
Radio-head
on campus
so many young
and beautiful students
and here I am
still feeling like I did
when I was young
and beautiful
not knowing it then
or believing it now
realizing that I
look at myself
with a self-loathing
that’s so very sad
walking around
each heavy step
or hard breath
echoes
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
More often than not, been finding myself in a constant battle of self doubt. I definitely forgot to post this on Monday 🤦♀️ was a busy weekend! Happy Thursday, all!
Vet Haiku
the dog is hurting
take to surgeon, cost of leg
walking, maybe not
Our Koda bear is at the vet right now, getting a sedated Xray to see the extent of a CCL tear in his right knee. It’s difficult when your dog is hurt. 😞 😢
Entourage
having two dogs
is like
having a furry entourage
they will follow you
everywhere
except
it’s less about your support
or being an escort
and more like
how much
they need you desperately
Unrealistic Expectations
why don’t we talk about
how
many girls
won’t discover
who they are
until they’ve become women
Recycled
all that is said that ever was
thinking about it just because
and all the stuff I cannot change
the unimportant or really strange
it’s drifting by like rolled-up news
it’s dirty gray and overused
the stuff that hasn’t happened yet
recycled things I can’t forget
Monday
gray sky is empty
full of snow or pollution
garbage beginning
Monday in the ER
Hi all, no poetry from me this week because I spent most of my Monday in the Emergency Room.
Everything is okay, but at the time my face and arm was going numb, so that was less okay. I have a muscle strain in my right shoulder that makes me feel like there is an icy-hot poker stabbing at me. That is, when I’m not taking pain meds. Oh, and I have been getting muscle spasms in my neck, too. Fun times.
So, nothing creative from me this week. Or, maybe there is…
Monday in the ER
shoulder hurt, stabbing
pit stop, pit crew, she dying?
safe. home with pain meds
OR
my arm and neck numb
not dying. feel kind of dumb
remember: ergonomic
Ahhh…I could go on and on with the haikus. At least the dogs cuddled me at the end of the night. Showing their love, as doggies do. One big, giant, doggy pile.
Not a Poem – How’s Your January Been??
January has just been one big suck-fest. Anyone with me?
I have a poem I’ve been working on, but instead of coming together like things usually do, pulling the words out for this one is like trying to pull blood from a stone.
I am on the struggle bus. Physically. Mentally. Creatively. I long for sunny days. And warmth.
I hope everyone else is doing better than me. If you’ve kept up with this blog and my poetry book, you’ll know that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) hits me big every year. This past month, more so than others.
I take comfort in my light therapy, friends, comedy, and the dogs.
I don’t have anything creative for you today. I’m sorry. But here’s a few dog pics, because dogs are awesome and cute. Bowl is life. ❤️😆 love them. (The chocolate is Koda; the golden, Teddy.)
tablecloth queen
i moved a table into the kitchen
covered it with a tablecloth
and thought, this feels right
realizing later
that grandma covered her kitchen table
how i remember her white, wrinkled fingers
reaching for the mayonnaise
or ‘dressing’ as she called it
her fingers etched with hard work and mischief
how we’d sit on a Saturday afternoon and eat lunch
just sandwiches, chips, and pickles
and it felt like everything in life was alright
i eat my sandwich now and remember her
Christmas is gone, and she is too
but the table remains
and i sit here at my tableclothed table
eating my pickle
feeling like a queen
and honoring one
Happy New Year!! 🥳
If you’ve liked what you’ve read, check out my poetry book Walking in Cemeteries available for purchase here.
A. J. Morse 