Eraseable Changeable Is it sadness Running on empty No more heart Feels left life But when I write Open a book to read Feel my heart restart This is what a purpose does For me my small business My YouTube Channle gives me Voice in the silent empty room Words grant me solice Does notContinue reading “Like white board”
While out briefly I heard a Honk! Trying to spin and not fall eyes drifted up Speeding full throddle one goose flew Nip and tuck Tuck anf nip Upon hee tail Bald headed eagles UFO’s seen have I Never in sixty two years bird chase Honk,Honk spoke the goose Over head in Winneshiek County EagleContinue reading “Geese, Goose Goose,Goose”
Why does it feel not writing letters changing to emails weaken us as a people? Letters like books were real Letters had tecture worth History was hidden as if contained Letters like books not E-books Not emails Leters thoughts spanned time History concealed in women chatting The Amish still write letters Marian D.Bittenher Heike correspondedContinue reading “Tangable”
Seventy five percent Is empty Forgotten Lonely Human made Human used Bodies left in open Graves.
Human sad writting Great time to cuddle Twice today my black cat Padded over Grabbed a cuddle That was not normal for Mr.Black Touched this rmpath deeply Sinsation what a cat!
Watching end of last Harry Potter Nuisances take flight Reading JK Rowlings Artistic genius Then to watch the good and the bad Dining on a grilled cheese and onion Not remitting the all important dill pickle Tall tumbler of milk Then hot cup of tea Spot of milk while I refleck Love the music soContinue reading “Wish all books were movies”
I miss not having a vehical I miss favorite stretches of road Feeling left out more profound Carless then just poor Poor people will drive you Vehicaless people act like you have not noticed no vehical Ots like a lover of words with no paper A quill without ink A lesbian without a lady AContinue reading “Long ride”
Been a long spell since I rode along Envisioning the Blue hills of northern Wisconsin Home of my heart Enticing imagined poetic sounds Entwining like lovers Stretched across a parchment Quill dippenf in ink made from Indian paint brushes Native bright orange flower found Sawyer County on ny families lake I always dreamed of owningContinue reading “Wisconsin”
A dance called the Stroll Before my time A sweet Humbleish Shy Dance Once there was Once there was! Stroll went like this Two long lines Musical Grease showed it The ends of the lines Joined hands Prominaded down the alley Between the lined No high svhool dance for me Not due to shyness NoContinue reading “Once there was …”