he bought me daisies last night
the colorful kind
minus the crazy
such a surprise to see them
in the flower spot
by the kitchen sink
when the children and I
came home last night
my smile widened
at the vase he chose
for it was the easiest
to reach
my margarita pitcher
a college graduation gift
from my aunt in New Mexico
my margarita days are past
what a lovely vase
I didn’t know I had
until he bought me daisies
last night
If I could eat, sleep, breathe art I’d be skinnier, covered in glue and paper pieces from collaging and smiling a serene smile because making art smooths out all the jagged edges on the inside, where no one can see. I love the process of making art as much as I love art itself. I’m smiling that smile now and sighing happy sighs because I’ve been making art for a few days straight. I created art last week too. Oh, yes. I needed that. More than I knew. Best of all, I’m not done yet. Round three shall begin once the laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, soccer games, school programs and orchestra concerts are done… I can’t wait to get started! ~ Janean
I found my smile tonight
quite by accident
I hadn’t realized
it was missing
until my lips quirked
in a familiar arc
at the halfway mark
walkin’ Blue
somewhere in the park
spilling over with children
and grown up conversation
with a cone headed dog
at the end of a royal blue tether
I found myself grinnin’
and my steps felt a little lighter
oh, how we needed that evening walk
with fragrance from fading lilacs
scenting the gentle breeze
purposeful motion
a return to routine
up and at ‘em
it’s no wonder then
that I found my smile tonight
on the inside too
Hello, First Daffodil of Spring. You make me smile, with your cheerful yellow bloom and the promise of more to come. ~ Janean
this morning is filled
with the glow of sunshine,
blue sky,
the gentlest whisper
of a breeze,
and the promise
of spring
in the yellow
of an early daffodil’s bloom
sighing content sighs
and smiling a serene smile
as this new day dawns
anew
Spring makes my heart sing
Can you tell?
Please don’t ask how I am.
I’ll either smile, and lie through my teeth saying, “Fine, and you?” or I’ll start crying and tell you I’m a bit of a wreck these days.
I hate crying too.
I want to be all strong and in control of my emotions.
But alas, I am a girl.
A woman if you’re going to get technical, and I’m a bundle of emotions these days.
I’m as liable to hit ya as kiss ya if you get too damn close for comfort.
So let me smile and say, “Fine”.
It’s easier for both of us.
Trust me.
No bruises or tears that way either.
“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
my heart soars
my buttons pop
my smile blooms and beams
I’m proud of you already
and the concert
has yet
to begin
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
It’s a catching up on laundry and dishes kind of day here. With a smile, as I think of the fun I had this week galavanting with friends to celebrate my birthday, all week long. Plus, I know there is chocolate cake for later…with vanilla ice cream even. Mmmmmmm. ~ Janean
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