a grain of sand on the beach
sifted by undulations,
where the ocean can reach—
sinking deeper in the tidal invasion.
Norah Jones and Tracy Chapman
Echo the walls of a house I once lived.
Pizza in the oven,
Silverware laid out,
Mama singing out of tune.
Memories used to be comforting
Now there’s nobody home..
The water from the reservoir
Is entirely stagnant.
As I hover the water,
The eyes of my reflection rendezvous.
In that moment I began to apprehend
That I truly looked demoralized.
The tears from my cheeks cascade,
And the still of the water is interrupted.
The soft undulations ripple away
Along with the depiction of my reflection
That had scarred the human psyche.
~ceramic-feelings
You don't notice
The everlasting sorrow
That's drowning out
The life in my eyes.
I'm weeping inside,
But you're only seeing
Soft flesh
Carrying a fabric
That lays loosely over my body.
I am but merely an item,
That had been claimed
The moment you rest your body
Against mine.
All my self worth plummeted
In a matter of seconds,
And I have never felt so ashamed.
~ceramic-feelings
squirm the herm worm
with no little toes
and no little eyes, and no little nose
a small long body
a body that’s round
that rises occasionally
up out of the ground.
the act to conjure
a haiku may take patience
and finger counting.
Another plant update, they love the new window spots
Dried dandelion flowers 🌻 I will be using them to make dandelion infused oil and a salve, useful for aching muscles/joints and dry skin.