a tiny drizzle or an avalanche of water cascading like Niagara Falls?
April is giving us a joyful nod, emptying her clouds one at a time
Clothes on the line went from being sprinkled to saturated
robins had been hopping happily; now they are in hiding
I was dancing with joy for the garden and I needed rain
But this is a muddy mess, the lawn is swampy, grass seeds washed away
my umbrella is inside out, for this storm has brought intense wind
It feels like a monsoon.
I have stopped splashing. Electricity is zapping across the sky.
God appears to be moving a piano up there.
Loud sounds of crashing and thrashing.
A full-blown thunderstorm.
A new full blown addiction
ls now what l possess
Which has entirely captured my body and soul
Its intense hold…. mere words cannot express
Five months now since it started
Yet it is completely out of control
It is all l can think about
Embedded eternally in my soul
This desire and longing is unbearable
The deep need for it is above all other
I must get my fix come what may
If not …what desperate measures it may uncover?
I believe my addiction is with me forever
For my life ,its entirety and no shorter
I must confess that my addiction is
My beautiful five month old granddaughter!!
gray tranquility
cloudy unmoving pensive
endearing silence
moments before rain
loud whip cracks across the sky
wind quickly picks up
full blown thunderstorm
peace is obliterated
nothing tranquil now
tiny pink buds
trimming little girls lace pinafores
one lone rose in a crystal vase at church
delighting those who take a whiff
knock-out roses
neon and fabulous
showing off in the garden
marigolds and lilacs jealous
yellow roses
given by unsure suiter
who was afraid to choose the red ones
greeted with a fabulous smile
white roses
in bride’s bouquet
enhancing her virginity
delighting her father and mother
honoring Christ
A smear of red, a splash of orange, two streaks of glitter.
Every blouse sleeve and bended knee of a pair of jeans ruined.
Sandy cared not, she was a painter, and she loved it to the gills.
Life found her in full-blown acrylic lah lah land most of the time.
Are all of your clothes ruined? Her friend asked her, not understanding.
Sandy laughed. She did not know or care. All she knew was,
Painting made her happy, put joy in her life she had never known before.
She picked up her paint brush and streaked pink across a blank canvas sky.
My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny, The Pink Panther, Howdy Doody.
Yes, I know it is dating me. I also crush on things sweet and fruity.
Cobbler, filled donuts, eclairs, turnovers, any kind of pie especially cherry.
I loved being outside picking fruit, peas, beans, and all kinds of berry.
I crushed on mushrooms fresh from the woods full of tiny ants.
When I got a bit older I crushed on bell bottoms, the hippy pants.
Crush on Elvis, Johnny Cash, John Wayne, Maureen Sullivan and others.
Cannot get enough of Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, and Agatha Christie.
Love all things shiny dazzling – rhinestones, aluminum foil, names like Trixie.
Attracted beyond belief to Tina Turner, Cher, Bette Midler and Adam Lambert.
A hippie throwback with a green thumb; I love to wear a three tiered skirt.
TV is not my thing at all, but I love to paint, swim, dance, play racquetball.
I love what I love, and I mean for the rest of my life, flat out in a puppy way.
So if you want to be my friend, make sure it’s forever because I don’t play.
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