Sweet Permeations: Shadorma

SWEET PERMEATIONS

Love just is
In all directions
At all times
Whenever
We choose to stop blocking it
Simply let it be

Writing In Blood – Work In Progress

Please read and chew upon. 🙂

Writing in Blood

WIPmock2020

COMING MARCH 2020

unnamed

it’s a feeling, and it’s unnamed.

some have tried the terms
distant or cold.
some have labeled it
aloof or detached.

but those words are all states of being.
the process is what has no name.

knowing someone
is slipping away—but not
physically, not yet.
you feel it: pure feeling,
pure intuition.

as if a see-through barrier
engulfs their bodies
separating you from them.

a gray, opaque river
runs between you within
every interaction.

a viscous liquid covers
their words, the expression on their
faces. their insides feel
foreign to you.

the light—once kindled when
your eyes met—is now absent
when you look at them. your light
remains, but when you look into their
eyes—the mirror is gone—and
reflecting back at you is something…

something unnamed.

you can’t pin it down,
even when you confront them.
they’re just moving…
moving away, inch by inch,

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To Show A True Face: Senryu

TO SHOW A TRUE FACE

May courage find me
Or at least a safe harbour
While I give the same

Recipe for Happiness

“Snip, snap”

Making it write



Chipped nails choked with scraped grit.
Blisters swell unfelt, then burst;
a wet revelation on shaft of spade.

Weeds painstaking parted from precious roots,
left in bins to rot
and someday feed the plants whose food
they recently plotted to rob.

Working around worms whose blind cycles
play their part in our survival,
digesting, evacuating, aerating the earth.

Shrubs catching my hair,
tangling it, taking loose strands as souvenirs.
Thorns scratching, blood dripping as I squeeze
between close neighbours, secateurs
gripped tight in my hand.

Snip, snap;
sure of my skill, I amputate weak limbs, lending health
to good wood.

Chipped nails, burst blisters, tangles and scratches
might not sound like life in paradise
yet it is my recipe
for happiness.

©Jane Paterson Basil

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Next On The Agenda

NEXT ON THE AGENDA

Perhaps sometimes it’s not
About you trying to connect
With another but about you
Waiting patiently for them
To try to connect with you

How To Be A Mentally Sovereign Human

How To Be A Mentally Sovereign Human.

“Most people believe that they are truly free thinkers. Most people are wrong. Most people are controlled by unworthy, unquestioned ideas that were put in their heads long ago by other people.”

Words Deceive: Senryu

WORDS DECEIVE

All know potatoes
Have eyes yet are blind but who
Notices their toes?

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

cf: Impeachment

Here’s To Anarchy

HERE’S TO ANARCHY

It is as if we live among sheep
Being wallpaper to one another
Or else a fun house of mirrors

Sans organisation nor hierarchy
In mutually accepted exchange
Tween equally valued collectives

One I chancing to solve it as it’s me
They may perchance have solved it
For many another other people too

Sans organisation nor hierarchy
In mutually accepted exchange
Tween equally valued collectives

It is as if we live among sheep
Being wallpaper to one another
Or else a fun house of mirrors

No Ill Wind: Tanka

NO ILL WIND

I feel gratitude
For all of those who loved me
Also those who spurned
For though painful it taught me
The foolishness of craving

Kindling

May you live eternally, Betty.

Seasonings

.

I remember

when twenty-five years

was my whole lifetime.

.

Now a quarter century

is just another tumbleweed

bouncing down the street –

.

a little bit battered,

a lot more dust

but what wonderful kindling

I’ll be!

.

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© 2019, 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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