Posted in Musings, Poetry

buzzing… trying again


Summer 2018

I am…
Absolutely disorganized.
Fundamentally curious.
Passionately involved with life…

love spins around me
pinned to my dress
notice his black and yellow
swaggered heart?

——–

Hey! I am still here. Certainly that statement is unbelievable to me. And since this happens to be an old blog post I unpublished, and republishing for any number of reasons, I wonder what you have been up to? With me, who the hell knows. I certainly do not have a clue as to where my life is heading. Well, i kinda do.

A photo montage of my vintage button and 1950’s fabric collection. Merrigold. Marmalade. Ginger. Clay. Olive. Seaweed. Pine. Tawny. Carob. Coffee. Metal Honey. Flaxen. Mmmm… metal honey.

My mother told me as a child I was born in the wrong era. Is that even possible? Perhaps she meant wrong world. Which possibly explains the significant interest in UFO’s by treasured friends and others.

Seriously though, why are any of us here? The answer for me is not to sell books. Or become published. Other than supporting WP to have others peer into my mind, what is there? Keep up if you can. Tomorrow is not so far away.

Do not turn that radio dial. You are not lost. I AM.

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