a lifetime moment
when the moon comes and takes the
sun’s moment to shine
I meant to post this in the morning today… but I do have an excuse. Drove up to Newport, VT yesterday to view the eclipse and got home 1am last night. 😭😝😪😴
It was so worth it, though!
like a parasite
latched to my chest
it reads
and knows
when my life’s blood
hesitates
I currently have a heart monitor on for the month of April…my body hates me, hah. Hearts been skipping a beat/pounding. Could be all normal…could be not. Better to be safe than sorry! This poem is silliness. But sometimes we must make light of the very serious. It’s the only way we survive. It’s the only way I survive.
~AJM
Happy Tuesday! I am pivoting and trying something new. I am now going to post (lord willing) Monday and Tuesday mornings, and Thursday afternoon around 1pm.
On Mondays look for some Monday motivation in the form of a quote either about conquering the week, writing or mental health. Most likely…I’ll post a lot about mental health.
Additionally, I’d like to post on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tuesday mornings look for a poem. (With the exception of today, which I’ll post about 1pm today.)
Thursday afternoons could be a poem, an update about the blog, my day, the writing process…what have you. We’ll call Thursdays miscellaneous day, hah.
I hope everyone has a great week! 🙂
the space in between
adulting
for others
and adulting
for yourself
self love
is an alone journey
table of one
solo mission
operation love thyself
because
no one else will
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. 😞 😢
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
why don’t we talk about
how
many girls
won’t discover
who they are
until they’ve become women
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
gray sky is empty
full of snow or pollution
garbage beginning
A. J. Morse 