“I’m trying to step on my shadow.”
~ my favorite quote from the soccer sidelines on this sunny Saturday
I overheard a brown haired girl say this to her parents, who had their eyes fixed on the field beyond her.
No one noticed the purple clad, brown haired woman, with red highlights recently added, smiling quietly to herself as she walked past, on her way to another field, where her youngest son is playing.
September 29, 2012
I woke up with words in my head.
Not just one or two.
More than a few.
That now one year old pup obliged a bit, when he closed his eyes for awhile longer…
But it wasn’t enough time.
As my brain was wakin’ up and the words were kickin’ so was the rest of the household.
ACK!
NO!
The muse is fleeting.
The time is now!
Will try to catch the tail of it and hang on to the thought before it goes fleeting by.
But the clock is ticking.
Time is flyin’.
And soon I will be too.
Out the door, drivin’ from here to there, over yonder and back again, while a ticker tape of words, stories, poems and snippets of thoughts parade through my head.
I am not A Crazy Person.
And really, so what if I am?!
I am a writer.
A writer damn it.
And words are what I know.
~ Janean
September 28, 2012
today I am thankful for sunglasses
that shield my tired eyes
from prying ones
the tears I didn’t want to cry
fell anyway
from my weary, tired eyes
I’ve found sunglasses work best
if you can conjure up a little smile
to go with them
then no one stops to wonder
why your eyelids only open to half mast
‘cause they are fallin’ for your smile
the smile that doesn’t quite reach
your UV glass protected eyes
August 30, 2012
This morning, as Blue and I stepped onto the backyard deck, into the brisk 4:30am air, my breath caught at the brightness of the morning stars against the dark of night. An oft repeated Van Gogh quote came to mind, “…the sight of stars makes me dream.” Yes. Me too. Then, my still sleepy eyes looked up, opened a little wider, and I said aloud, “Orion’s back.” The Hunter. The one constellation I know. It’s those three diagonal stars that glisten from his belt. I’d know them anywhere. Even shining low in the eastern sky, surprising me on an early August morning. ~ Janean
August 28, 2012
I’m doing my best vampire impression today by hiding from the sun lest it burn my achey eyes. Early morning headache is some better. Thankful.
“Put on a happy face.”
words from my childhood
“Never let ‘em see you cry.”
words that echo in my head
I am a spin master
I can talk about anything
and everything
under the sun
or under a gray
and cloudy day
I can deflect
and reflect
and run my own game
I may fool a stranger
and new acquaintance
others though,
those closest,
know how to see behind
a smile too bright,
eyes a bit weary and damp,
to the heavy heart within
they put an end
to the spinning
with a hug
as the smile fades
tears fall
it’s OK
for them to see me cry
I am loved
by Him
I walked alone last night
along the festive streets
families migrated downtown
to see the live window vignettes
with a holiday theme
the crescent moon was shining
the streetlights were brighter
a white horse ambled by
pulling a carriage
something special
out of the usual
I wish my family had joined me
at the art walk downtown
where I went to see my friends
for quick conversations
shared smiles and hugs
and to see their art
glad I went
for a bit
as I drove home
alone
Elvis was crooning
“Blue Christmas”
from the radio
I got misty eyed
a lump in my throat
my head already hurt
maybe it ached
from unshed tears
accumulating
behind my eyes
I didn’t test that theory
and held ‘em back
a little longer
headin’ home
for rest
in the night
December 2, 2011 was F1RST FR1DAY in downtown Bloomington. How I love, and look forward to goin’ downtown on the F1RST FR1DAY of every month. Even if I go alone, I don’t feel lonely. The studios and galleries, and the artists within, are very welcoming and always glad to see you. Even if you’re just admiring, and not buying, their wonderful and varied works of art. ~ Janean
© Turquoise Tangles
tonight as I tucked him in,
my eight year old son,
his eyes lookin’ wide awake
my eye lids feelin’ heavy
he said, “My body clock
is on Tokyo time.”
well, that would explain it
I stretched out
beside him
and whispered
I love you
close your eyes
think happy thoughts
have good dreams
I’ll see you
in the mornin’
I may have dozed
for just a bit
fleece pjs on now
warmin’ up some
my pillow
is callin’
goodnight
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
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