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Should one man’s trash
Be another man’s treasure
Surely I have need of
A junk man

A junk man to mend my heart
A junk man to make me whole

Should one eye’s ugly
Be another eye’s beauty
Truly I am seeking
A junk man

A junk man to heal my soul
A junk man to take me home

Pick me out of the junk pile
See me as beautiful
Love me for myself

blog award

So, what do you know . . . a blog award.  Bindo over at Coffee Stains and Cigarette Burns has bestowed this acknowledgement and responsibility on me.  Thanks (I think).  We’ve known each other for a long time now.  I’m sure that’s as surprising to him as it is to me (I’m a nester and he’s a wanderer).  Just goes to show the power of the internet.  Check out his blog. 

The best part of getting this award is the requirement to pass it on to seven other bloggers.  So, let’s get this party started . . .

Oracle of the Pearl – Prophets reveal what is, but poets speak forth possibilities.   Pearl makes me laugh.  She makes me cry.  She makes me sing.  What can I say?  I love the girl.  She’s one of my dearest friends and one of the most gifted artists I’ve met.  Writing is just one of her many outlets.

Mirrored Reflections – Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity In Humans.  CordieB has such an amazing aura.  I can feel it anytime I read her work. She does these “spiritual riddles” that never fail to make me think.  I must not be very spiritual as I never guess the right answer.  Her artwork is noteworthy too!

Journals of Enreal – Poetry and Questions For Life.  Enreal’s was one of the first blogs I started reading on wordpress.  She never fails to deliver beautiful, thoughtful and well written entries. That’s saying something since I’ve been reading her blog for almost two years now and I bore easily.

HTMM -The Eye of July.  An ambidextrous, young man with a poetic gift and infectious smile, his writing reaches around the world to touch me.  Hey H, who’d have thought our meeting would lead to this?

Brainstew – Impressions Personafied – Someone drilled a hole in my head and this is what dribbled out. His tag is Imperfect Servant.  From business card poetry to fuzzy greens, his delivery is far from imperfect and always spot on. 

The Heart May Speak – Let the mind serve the heart for a moment.  Here works need no rules or sense, if only what is said might help someone to experience their heart.  Mossy lives over at Blogspot and only posts a few times a month (sometimes less), but those posts are always worth waiting for.

Unfortunate Imbalance – exposing what’s inside, one layer at a time….  “The Author” is yet another wonderful woman writing brilliantly about . . . well, everything.  Her poetry never fails to captivate me.

Aaaauuuugggghhhh!  I have more, but alas I’ve been limited to seven blogs, so there they are.  Please use the links to see what they are up to, if you aren’t already an avid reader.  You’ll be glad you did.

Now for the hard part . . . I’ve been instructed to reveal seven interesting things about myself that people might not know . . . Hmmmmmm.  This is going to be a challenge as I write about everything leaving little to tell here, but . . .

  1.  I wrote and illustrated my first novella in the fourth grade.  It was overkill on an assignment to write an essay and a great literary work for an 8 year old.  I must admit I got carried away, but I got an “A+” which inspired me to pursue further artistic expression much to the chagrin of my family.
  2. I graduated from high school a year early.  By contrast, I took college classes for the next ten years and never managed more than a bachelor’s degree.  I could never settle on a single course of study and flittered from major-to-major rather like a hummingbird flitters from flower-to-flower.
  3.  I learned Cobol and Fortran programming languages studying for a degree in Computer Science, but am now reduced to praying my laptop works each time I open it and have a panic attack just thinking about upgrading my cell phone.  I must be getting old or something.
  4. I steal wireless internet from an unwitting neighbor!  After the fire, I changed internet providers and have been too lazy (and intimidated, see 4 above) to get a router and set it up to use my own service (which I pay for every month).  An interesting point on this, I learned this trick of piggy backing on someone else’s wireless connection from Bindo.  I don’t think he’s ever paid for internet.
  5. I’m a recovering Diet Coke addict.  I had a six-pack a day habit for years and now can’t drink it at all as this leads right back to excess.  As with all addictions, I can’t partake socially or casually without falling prey to mass consumption.   Believe me, Miss D jacked up on caffeine is not a situation you want to experience.
  6. I write really bad, sappy love poems when I’m infatuated.  Sadly, I have posted more than a couple of those poems here.   The interesting and little known part of this is that I know it’s bad, sappy work, but do it anyway.  Love, what can I say?
  7. Last, all of my domestic partners through the years have had two things in common . . . they have all been artists and they have all had facial hair (at least part of the time).  I understand the unerring attraction to the artistic temperament in the male gender, but the facial hair?  Go figure. 

So there you have it.  Strange I didn’t think I could come up with seven things.  I’m sure I could have come up things more interesting, alluring, or intriguing given time, but WTF . . . I’m just me and I’m okay with that. Oh well.  So much for my “major” award and now I pass the torch to the next seven.  Thanks again, Bindo, that was different.

I thought I knew you in the dark

Your whispers soft in my ear
Your breath warm in my hair
Your caresses gentle as I dreamt
Your hand stroking my thigh

Or was it just
Could it have been
Nothing more than
A bump in the night?

She is still
Part of an “us”
Together  “we”
Half of their whole

She does feel
A love that’s true
Eternal bliss
To have and hold

He has turned
Away from her
Split them apart
Now only him

He has removed
Her from his life
She has become
Just one of them

One of them
He’s set aside

One of them
From which he hides

One of them
Ghosts from his past

Just one of them
Not meant to last

She holds to hope
Some day he’ll come
Back to her arms
Dreams to fulfill

She does wait
Giving him time
To wish again
Life to rebuild

He doesn’t know
Nor will he see
Any single place
For him not grim

He’s moving on
Left her behind
Like all before
Just one of them

One of them
Her fate has come

One of them
With hearts turned numb

One of them
Left to perish

Just one of them
No longer cherished

It was like she told him once . . . she never had a chance.  She was going to love him.  From the first moments there was a bond.  She had been so innocent back then.  It seemed like forever ago.  She reminisced and lingered over thoughts of him . . . his face, his voice, his soul. 

It was like she told him once . . . she never had a chance.  From the start, she knew she was going to love him.  She didn’t know how she was going to love him.  Still, she knew.  What she never imagined was just how much and how many ways she was going to be in love. 

It was like she told him once . . . she never had a chance.  There was an irresistible chemistry from the very first.  She hadn’t experienced such an attraction before and it bowled her over.  She had no defense against the rush of feeling and sense of serendipity. All she thought she knew flew out the window. 

It was like she told him once . . . she never had a chance.

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December 2022