some sleep

some love

some talk

some rest

until alarm

short night

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

I am a bit of a wreck this morning.

I need a sign that reads,

“Fragile. Handle with care.”

My head is full of To Do lists.

Leavin’ town this afternoon. 

Surgery scheduled for tomorrow. 

Not mine. 

His. 

Doesn’t make the anxiety any less. 

Or the worry. 

And the fears.

I don’t want to do this.

Anymore. 

Can’t we go back to the way it was?

Oblivious to the cancer?

I know the answer. 

Part way there.

Mid way through treatment. 

Six months down. 

Six months to go. 

And then a little more. 

Emotions swirl. 

Feelings whirl. 

Just beneath the surface. 

Singing hymns at church 

will be a balm

and help the tears

leak out. 

I am a bit of a wreck this morning.

I need a sign that reads,

“Fragile. Handle with care.”

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

I have come to realize – through modern deduction, keen observation and a severe lack of enthusiasm…that dishes WILL NOT clean themselves!?!

damn dishes

mine are n-e-a-r-l-y done

until my family decides

they are hungry

and the sink fills up

once more

I am thankful for the food we eat

off of those damn dishes

just tired of the rinse

and repeat

sparkled by many mumbling grumbling moments while washing said dishes and this keen observation by takingstockofwhatmattersmost

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

Dear Tumblr,

You are my dirty little secret. 

I’m cheating on Facebook and My Opera with you. 

Yahoo and Gmail too.

Though my Twitter feed rats me out. 

If anyone bothers to click the link. 

And follow it through. 

Then they’ll know. 

About you. 

A place I can spill the secrets. 

Of my heart. 

Love,

Janean

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

I want nothing

yet, I want everything

I make no logical sense

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

Thank YOU right back, pallid-fire. I have so many memories from those working years, and more memories of the man himself. I shared my poem, “I will think of you”, with his widow via snail mail. It felt right to do so, as she loved him most of all. I look forward to following you and your writing. Tumblr is a friendly place and felt like home, right from the start. Tumblr’s been wooing me. I admit it. ~ Janean

pallid-fire:

I find sunrise to be a repetitive notion, an idea that never tires – that each day is a fresh start, another chance to get it right, a blank page awaiting it’s story.

What will you write today?

I love sunrise. I took pictures of the golden glow on the horizon with pink clouds in a pale blue sky above this very morning. Early. I awoke when it was dark and savored the sunrise. Like many days before. ~ Janean

thegirlsoul:

every thought
is a window
to another thought
that is deeper
and more beautiful
every thought again can
lead me astray
upon an unknown path
where i shall discover
things i never knew
every thought
is essential
since it allows you
to move without moving
growing more and more
into your ultimate self…