Jenny

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Bubbles

Soft whiskers seduce
and soothe like bubbles
Bubbles in a jet-bath
Jacuzzi
in beer, quenching desire
Whiskers brushed against my neck
is sure to pleasure me like bubbles

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

If You Fall

If you fall
and hurt yourself
I'll pick you up
and kiss your pain
If you fall
and are not hurt
I'll laugh really hard
yet, help you up

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Distance

When words replace action
music holds us like lovers

an approach without footprints
a reach without touch

how new to my heart
the distance dissolved

you're further away than a dream

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A Very Short Story Of My Life or Yours

I think of all the women who ever gave birth.
I think of my own mother.

"A woman is her Mother" Sylvia Plath

My birth date is also my Mother's
The day she gave birth
Thank you Mom. I love you

I was born on this date
Eventually, I learned to walk, swim and ride a bicycle
Then I went to school for many years
I met a lot of people along the way

As you came along, I wanted more

you are life

Monday, January 11, 2010

Purpose

What is our purpose?

...to amuse and be amused
to be kind, loving and free in thought
to bring peace to a stranger and familiar alike
to work, play and create.

Yes? I think so.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Writer

A writer thinks about writing and writes
Sometimes a writer, she writes in her tights
Sometimes she wears nothing at all
sometimes she writes relaxed in the hall

A writer thinks about writing and writes
about news, events and all peoples' rights
With over six billion people living on Earth
I'll think of the words that rhyme with girth

A writer thinks about writing and writes
The wind blows through the long winter nights
Your arms around me, what can we do?
Remember your name and write about You

For You

I miss my mom
you as well
in different ways
Sweets, you live
Maybe in our next life
we will return
you as the tree, me as the nut?
Standing tall, deeply rooted
Your strength holds many branches
Either I will be picked for use
or dry up and blow away naturally
Naturally in this life, altered by friendship
deep in the woods
longing for hard winds

Oh-Oh

I keep your message
in my wallet, holding it near
I did edit the spelling
and a few words, but none
of the punctuation or energy
When things get dull
I read it again and fly away