I know I’m capable of finishing this bottle of wine
And watching the candle burn down to a nub
And fizzle out.
Fire has always fascinated me
I could bathe in it
I’d be happily consumed.
Red wine, cold outside
candle light, a warm, sleeping dog
comfort radiates inward.
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Like a mongrel, kicked to the curb
that’s how broken I feel.
Tomorrow there be hope.
Though I’ll never be purebred,
maybe the curb will be softer
or the foot more gentle.
Thanks so much, Geoff, for the prompt today! You can find him here, at TanGental.
And a special thank you to Dan for hosting today’s Just Jot It January! Dan can be found at No Facilities.
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is this the day i’ll just give up
go out without a coat in the cold
take all the hope i gathered and put it away
in a box under the basement stairs
hopes gather dust, you know
just like furniture and boxed-up Christmas trees
from when the kids were small and the tempers short
and all the love that gathered was precious and unappreciated
tell me, where has it all gone
packed away with the coats for the summer
but now it’s cold and the winter clothes hide under the stairs
gathering hope and dust
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I wish I could touch you
I would die to be with you
to the end.
It’s like you’re a spirit
Living inside me, in my memory
It kills me to see you
When you were born for me
I just want to touch you
’til I do, I will live
~ from the mind of Nina Curry
outtake from The Great Dagmaru
Thank you to Prajakta for giving us our prompt for today – “Tangible.” Please click on this link and go say hi to her! https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2017/01/06/tangible-jotting/
And a very special thank you once again to Rosemary for hosting Just Jot It January today! Her post for this prompt can be found here: https://rosemarycarlson.com/2017/01/06/tangible/
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from the moment she saw it
to lay down her heart
for the man with the riches
the ice to place
upon her finger fair.
reflecting from the hearth
the blessing of a stone-cold heart
the expense of her soul
against the price of hollow existence.
Thanks so much to Judy at “Edwina’s Episodes” for our prompt today, “Spangly.” You can visit her by clicking here: http://www.edwinasepisodes.com/
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First thing you must know is I love you.
I wish for you that the world will always treat you well
and that the sun will shine brightly on all your waking dreams,
and that the moon will hang in the sky for you to pluck out and gift to the one you adore.
I wish for you a long life of pleasure and not too much pain
I wish for your health, your compassion, and your love for those not as fortunate.
I am hopeful that one day you will read these words
and that you will take them to heart.
I wish for you peace, to the very end.
This Stream of Consciousness Saturday post is dedicated to my children. A very happy new year to all three of you, the best sons a mother could have.
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i’m picking up the bones
scattered all around
the meat that was this year
consumed in listless crumbs
breads long forgotten
and riches, oh the riches
that would be mine
had not the year wasted them away…
ah but who is to blame
is it the clock?
the carcass is long gone
the skeletons stacked
and stored back in their closet
the sheep of the new year
the sacrificial lamb
fresh and clean-smelling
wool over eyes
shall likely be as brittle
as wasted and tired
in three-score and sixty-five days hence.
at the bottom of a bottle
knee-deep in long green grass in summer
beneath a blanket of stars
amidst a warm breeze
with you between my legs
close to ecstasy
over the moon
retreat to candlelight
enveloped in soft music
gliding upon your breath
on a cloud of happiness
or not at all
is your frightened motto
screamed in a whimper
of stage-one inversion
for the new
with health for all,
for there is nothing on
earth, that one who is true
can wish for more than the joy
and love and peace that is brought
by caring for one’s fellow man, no matter