Inexplicable

sometimes I do not write about
the depth of my grandmother’s gaze,
the texture of wet sand beneath my feet,
or the way people weave through summer rain —

sometimes all I need to write about
is your murderous fart
and my fight for survival.

We Are Human, After All…

translucent beauty lies
in the wildness of the wind
& sweet relief spreads sanity ~
the aftermath
of a long-stifled,
long-cradled
fart.

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(Yep, a brain fart… needed to be set free. Heh.)

Dear Heartfelt Letters,

it’s been a couple of months now since I started blogging and you’ve been my faithful companions for a good, long while.
I’ve begun to realize that this blog is turning into a full-out Poetry Blog (duh, stating the obvious) – and since you look a little lost (and might feel threatened by all these weird, sometimes big word constructions over here), I decided to give you a new home.
From now on, you will make your appearances in a poetry-free realm… and you can finally stop wrinkling your noses.
I am sure you will like it there – I think I created a nice environment for you to live in.
I am thankful for your company and hope you won’t smack me for moving you. After all, it’s a lot better than the obligatory shoe box, don’t you think?

Sincerely,
The Landlady

P.S: Keys are under the doormat.

To Take Flight

winter came.
too soon;
the bird sang ~
and stood,
frozen,
on the dying lake.

after a lifetime
of guidelines,
it still
hadn’t learned
to follow the rules.

it showed the snow
its cold shoulder,
shook off the stupor;
cast the wind
an icy stare
and took off
to warm its wings
elsewhere.

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photo credits: flickr.com

Needless Things

the modern female
disguises herself ~
costume and colors
by day;
removes
her showpiece-face
at night.

thankfully,
“inner values matter” ~
although
the one or other
modern male
might be in for a surprise
after discovering
modern female’s
habits…
and
her true looks.

Tummy Turmoil

spaghetti madness
leads to
bursting belly
(or so very close)

i could not
let you sit
in the pot ~
i want you
to fulfill
your destiny
after all.

now
who says
i don’t care about others?
yum and ouch.