prose-ery thursday

i should feel light, but i feel heavy. heavier. heavy with regret.
regret of words said. regret of secrets told. of memories skewered
and memories sold. of a life line now not so much mine to unfold.

of loss of control.

i've handed over the reins. they are no longer mine. the
distinction between offering and advantage became too
blurry of a line. i have slid out from underneath your thumb.


(the prompt was prose. my mood was dark.)

happy valenties day :)



57 heart shaped cookies,
3/4's with sprinkles
1/4 with red icing.

57 school valentines
signed and sealed
and waiting
for their moment of glory
in a plastic ziplock bag.

6 hand drawn
beribboned
valentines
for
playschool.

2 paper bag
valentine
mailboxes
constructed.

red ribbons
tied
onto
ponytails.

prerequisite
pink and red
clothing
for all family members.

day documented
and
blogged about.

mission complete.

poetry thursday, change.

transition-1. Passage from one form, state, style, or place to another.

i want to grow my hair
long and unkept
with knots
and little sticks wound in
i want to sit in the sun
and daydream
i want to be artistic creative eclectic odd
i want loud music
i want to start using pencil crayons
i want silence
occasionally
i want to be known
yet unknown
i want to be whimsical and dry
sweet and sarcastic
alone and witty
dark but happy.