little birds flying around my legs and feet
unless i got some food, no way do they want to meet
i enjoy them in flight, being all free
oh, Sweet Mama, how i wish that was me
the water is their seductress as well as their mirror
it is within this much needed Peace where i see things so much clearer
the whooping crane flies away showing her natural size
this bubblebath jacuzzi feeling inspires the sun to rise
a stray puppy comes out of nowhere to say hello
i pet his little head, and he begins to lick my elbow
we then look at the water together wondering where it goes
we listen to some mid 70s bob james, and the grooves temporarily frees us from our woes
out of nowhere
i see you
tears in your eyes
you decide to come and knock
i let you in
i give you a hug and just keep it there because
no words spoken
no drinks poured
we just sit and you let go and be free
the peace and the quiet is your benevolent bubblebath right now
pink bottle images consume you with gentle understanding
i cut all the lights off to make the vibe float till weightlessness
i then slowly wipe the remaining tears from each side of your face,
preparing you for the next round
your favorite pillow is where you left it last
your favorite throw blanket is where you always caught it first
i begin to sing the words to your favorite song
your favorite scent fills the air of your favorite feeling
i am blessed to have become your favorite friend
rest easy hon.....the feeling is mutual......
bubblebath ~
closing my eyes to count
the waterlilies
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
In mommy’s tummy
Tiny, warm, happy and content
I felt their surprise at the news and felt loved
I heard Mommy singing
Daddy's voice
reactions to announcements
calling out different baby names
Life was good as I practiced
smiling
laughing
giggling
moving my arms and legs
sucking my thumb
doing somersaults
counting my fingers and toes
recognizing mommy's and daddy's voice
And my little body grew in the dark
I dreamt about one day
playing with kittens
petting puppies
playing with gold fish and turtles
reaching out to the moon
splashing in a bubblebath
wearing silly clothes
falling asleep to lullabies
and bedtime stories
playing with toys
playdates at the park
learning to walk
learning to talk
learning my numbers and ABC's
climbing trees
chasing butterflies
flying my first kite
touching and smelling flowers
Easter egg hunts
Christmas mornings
I felt so much anticipation and love for my arrival
as mommy rocked me on the big chair by my crib
AP: 3rd place 2020
sometimes i feel suspended in a certain type of chaos
i end up lying to myself thinking i'm the only one
i make a trek to the freezer and pull out the snickers ice cream
i wash it down with ten cheap bottles of water trying to break up the gas in my chest and back
confusion is like an abandoned twinkie missing the creamy feeling safeness
a constipated cloud picks me up and blocks all passageways
i come down as rain but come back up as an unsatisfied homosapien
my brain is in a new york alleyway but my heart is lost somewhere on a beach in the carolinas
my bubblebath is a kiss from her and whatever comes after
i come back from said suspension knowing better and doing more to help myself
we the people make hard what could be so damn easy
time is an impatient waiter with no menu for man or woman
listening to the blues right now
the crackling of the 78s take me away
i feel the pain of robert, charley, son, blind lemon, and big bill
i take in the honesty of sonny boy, tommy, arthur, and huddy
i then pick myself up and muster the strength to move forward and face the day
in reality i just want to crawl up in a ball and get right back up in the bed
however my stomach reminds me that i have responsibilities and promises to keep
putting away the blues just for now
however when the pain hits me again, i am coming back to my hurtin' pain reliever
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