It's life, it's a dream, life is a machine

foam fear

I waited by the coast
To get swallowed by the sea
I looked to the horizon and couldn’t find me

i wonder what song was written about me.

and i wonder why i disappear


disappear from me

me


yes, me

who i am

& i am okay with who i am ----- or at least i thought i was

i wonder what is happy & i hide from it and i don't want to...i will rise
like the sun in spring & summer and i am sorry i am the way i am because
it's not my intention.

we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun - (terry jacks, seasons in
the sun)

too much wine and too much song you wonder how i got along...


 COLOR

which one would i bE? yellow


why? ----> because i am
high and low
like the sun
up & down
bright and dull
 hidden & exposed

You would be? green
like the sea
but not all the sea's
because you are rare
just a sea many imagine
wish they had their toes meet
but it's not that easy

it's magic

-l

winter wonderland

today is the epitome of a blustery day

as that red-shirted bear, winnie the pooh, would say

cheeks turn red from the whipping wind

white covered ground makes me want to sleep in

--meg

i just sprinted to a ridgewood train!

My heart is racing

My toes are cold

Is this what it feels like

When people grow old

I'm mirroring my Saturday self

I'm bundled up like a medium elf

I'm such a brat and it's not cool

It's days like this that i miss school

--low

free is fun

i was feeling constrained and i wanted to be free

i walked into this store, what was reflected was me

the colors, the patterns, the materials i felt

an instant of silence turned into a song that was belt

a hanger was hanging

draping velvet and lace

the reflection of the mannequin

was such a familiar face

i glanced at the socks

placed rings on my fingers

made friends with the glasses

dreamt i could be a singer

headbands for dancing

along strands of our hair

each piece in this store,

i would gladly wear

as closing time approaches

i feel sad to leave

these people are my friends

and they make me feel free

i like to rhyme with a friend of mine

posing as poets with ideas so sublime

long and colorful or short and sweet

some melancholy, and some upbeat

...to be continued...

-h

mismatch

snow castles and sand angels
silver spoons and wooden bracelets
cuban waitresses and cocktail cigars
shooting hoops and hula stars

-mh