Places on my map
are where I choose to visit
when I want to find
something I’ve been looking for
all these years on earth.
I’m craving
the clean, meadowy smell of
pine trees and grass,
the smoky scent of
steam emanating from neighbours home,
and the cool, frost but springy kiss of
fresh, mild winter air.
I’m longing
for the sight of forested, tranquil trails,
parks, bungalows,
and fluffy, cloudy, soft-pastel blue skies.
I…
Salty,
crispy, crunchy
melt-in-your-mouth munchies,
addictive as a bowl of falafel balls,
store-bought.
Hair is like human weed
Grass that grows on your head
You water, feed, nurture and plant
Your personal garden in any way
Shape or form.
It’s a work of art
A piece of land
you inhabit and cultivate.
It’s a symbol of
health, abundance, happiness, respect,
magic and beauty.
I’m out of the cage
free from tension and anguish;
I feel light and soft.
Stinky
caked in despair
like someone’s been smearing
verbal mud onto my body
hurting.
Tangled
and knotted
in the problems I have
confusions, fury, vexation
feelings.
Pieces
of my own
puzzle to use and keep
large, medium, small or tiny
sizes.
Each day
one at a time
solving, mounting, hunting
for the resolutions to my
troubles.
Seeing
the real scheme
settling, fixing, getting
close to reaching my potential
hopeful.
Finished
my big puzzle
relieved, consoled, achieved
my goal.
