Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls,
she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold.
Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder
beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.
Taste is a matter of trust in one's
Own self not others' opinion.
Not all forms follow the norms.
Everywhere you look nature
Seems to mirror itself not others.
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime without leaving.
Time burrows with horrors
laying dormant behind icy mirrors.
Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows.
rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
Sometimes, the hardest part of being a parent is reminding kids that we love them but we don’t like what we see. Sometimes, our disappointment in them can be depressing. Like young adults, parents can go into depression from being misunderstood and mistook as for granted.
Shoppers for a Dress Have you ever been to a mall of ideas; a place where you try out themes not dresses? The dressing rooms have emails for padlocks with editors for mirrors and rejections for sizes! We are…