I am not sure how it’s still standing.
The wind, the snow, the neighborhood kids have all had their go.
Branches have broken- sometimes the leaves aren’t quite as full but the roots remain untouched.
Just another reason to envy nature.
Poetry
Mardi Gras
Sometimes you need a reason to toss inhibition to the side.
Imbibe in a tangy hurricane.
Pop a beignet, a pastry delight from the gods.
An extra drop or five of hot sauce in your gumbo.
Find yourself lost in the crowd on Bourbon street.
Jump, dance, maybe even something more risqué to get a strand of those beads.
The music and the atmosphere leave you hypnotized.
Under a spell of debauchery- not a worry in the world.
Forget about tomorrow you can always repent in the future.
If you want to- I don’t.
Pass the hot sauce.
Window Thoughts
Staring out my window I dream.
Staring out my window I procrastinate.
Staring out my window I can see my future.
Staring out my window I contemplate self-doubt.
One day I won’t have to look out this window ever again.
Haiku 2.11.15 (4)
My hearts dances free-
Your soul frolics wistfully-
Our love is in flux.
Waiting For Sunset
I am frustrated by myself and with myself.
There seems to be no end in sight as if the sun refuses to set behinds the westward mountains.
Nature will and can only act according to its own decrees.
And yet I will find myself wanting to force change.
To wait, to be patient, to understand is the one risk which cannot guarantee reward.
To act foolishly is to get burnt.
The Waiting Month
When you get right down to it there isn’t really much redeemable about February.
Yes there is a day of love.
It is also the shortest month but for me,
for me it takes the longest.
There is no hidden anticipation.
All is doom, gloom and the farthest thing from bloom.
No hope yet.
Just passing time as I patiently wait for the promise of renewal in
spring- in March.
A Sentimental Journey
How many sentimental journeys do we take in a
Lifetime?
Year?
Day?
Hour?
The seduction of the memory cannot be resisted.
Heartbreak or fulfillment each beg you with equal vigor.
Are we running from our future or to our past?
The present is unable to offer the nostalgia we crave.
As long as you understand it’s not the memory it’s too far gone now.
Now we are in love with the sentiment.
Haiku 1.27(3)
Years ago I cried.
The sun disappeared from view.
Wise laughter dances.
Fog Wandering
Why do I pretend the glass is my protective barrier?
Just on the other side lies mystery and what lies behind me?
I want to play in the fog.
I can’t get lost if I don’t know where I am going.
Obnoxiously Opulent
This isn’t a lecture.
We’ve had too many of those no matter how elegantly written.
Instead a suggestion if I may?
And I will.
If you elect to let it fly by invest in something, something obnoxiously opulent.
Watch the time tick by in style.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 