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Topic: Reflections
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pixelpixie Moderator Posts: 354 From: Ontario Canada Registered: Jun 2005
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posted June 20, 2005 08:47 PM
I have Tom Cruise's legs jumping on Oprah's couch in my body today That passion that can't be contained But can't be explained The joyous that can't be named Without looking foolish (I don't mind a clown) These glasses I wear permeate when I stare and its fortunate that I am prone to depression. I know that sounds stupid. but my practical side is warring with the parts who play with cupid I know that cherub will win It's not everyday you find your kin. I do want to share~ those things we think were already there. Like a reflection or a shadow I've got some spring cleaning to do on the first day of summer like lacing up precious ballet shoes when you're a long distance runner The raw parts I hide seemed blessed from the inside An expose I needed more than my journalistic pride It seemed like something from the first (or second, but who's counting) trekking right up not dizzy from the air this glacier he was mounting (I said thank you too many times but I meant every one.) It's refreshing to be known when you're closer to the sun.
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Bluemoon Knowflake Posts: 1214 From: Stafford, VA USA Registered: Feb 2005
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posted June 21, 2005 01:26 PM
Spring cleaning to do on the first day of summer, what a bummer!! me too??I love you! lovely poem, pix! IP: Logged | |