8 screws
6 boards
8 pins
wind, wind, wind, wind
wind, wind, wind, wind
push, push, push push
push, push, push, push
shelves stacked
and now book, book, book
Why did it take so long
to buy a book shelf, and clear these
stacks off the floor?
poem-invitation November 14, 2014
Fifty times a day
she invites you
to connect.
“Honey, look at this!”
she says, forwarding an email.
“How was work?”
she asks, leaving her desk.
“Do you have ideas for dinner?”
she ponders in the kitchen.
Every time you grunt,
ignore her,
snarl, or shrug,
you are erasing what matters
most to you.
Every time you smile,
consider, give some time,
answer courteously, and
squeeze her warmly,
you’re drawing a
portrait of your happiness.
.
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This poem is based on this article about an interesting study on relationships!
poem-window salvage August 20, 2014
The iridescent cellophane
of dragonfly wings
would make excellent
windows in an
insect cathedral.
The colony queen
could sip nectar
from the jeweled flagon
of dragonfly body
and make a benediction
to beauty and sacrifice.
