peel me an onion Friday 55

I’m static, frantic,
magnetic, shielding
shards of heart
with recycled refuse
            (just onion tears)
We’re refusing reclusion
collecting letters
upon utterances
unpeeling splices
           (over onion tears)
Our juices rise
like pungent repellant
solely with olfaction
flavors are favored
          (taste onion tears)
He’s spreading splines
ribs of mine
are tearing free
revealing me
          (in onion tears)




sometimes communication is hard.  sometimes assumptions are easier. sometimes solitude is safer.  but always, always, open honest communication is really living.

This is a poem in exactly 55 words.  To visit the host with the most, Mr. Knowitall, look HERE . Post a Flash Fiction in 55 words exactly on Friday and let him know it all!

Schmallentines

I think that I shall never see

a love as true as we now need.

What truth be known
is perceived by each own.

What I may need now
will change the morrow.

Actions speak louder true,
than words silenced, though due.

If I see eye, touch hand, hear breath,
I’ll love truly until death.

take a bite

sharply pierce the rind
gently ease the zest
from the membrane.

stab it open
feel the sting, the spray,
the cutting scent.

if sweet or sour,
it's yours to discover,
but a bite is required.

share it
with me
entirely.
  

I am reading The Four Agreements, by Don Miguel Ruiz.  If you have read it, please share your reaction.  If you have not, there are four codes of conduct explored.  Stemming from ancient Mexico's Toltec teachings they are:  Always do your best, Don't take anything personally, Don't make assumptions, Be impeccable with your word.

have a fruitful day, Dianne

sunday 160, re-ride and rewrite relationships

Buccal bugged, butt bumped, bone droned, toe tingled, face braced, eye dried, lung fumed, ear jeered, ankle jangled, skin numbing, heart starting, nerve-verve.

This is a poem in exactly 160 characters, spaces included.  If you want to read more or try the challenge, post on Sunday and let Monkey Man, our host for this event, know  HERE .   

After 24.5 years of marraige, baggage too heavy to carry, and children almost flown the coop, I decided to review and renew my spousal relationship.  My spouse builds motorized bicycles for the past 5 years but I never took on the 30 mph ride.  (I prefer the silent, clean but sweaty type.)  ....I'm finding out I didn't know what I was missing............in more ways than one, WOW.

Groundhog Day, half way to spring

half shadows sharpen

greening paths disappearing,

step attentively

post traumatic stress

Sleeping, demon slain?
She screamed in the dream, awoke,
to own it again.











Some of us have recurring fears, resentments, triggers that threaten our inner joy.  Peace with ourselves may be elusive, and fleeting.  I am learning to face, name, depersonalize and let go of past wrongs.  However, the power we give the inner life of our minds and souls work on.  A nightmare awoke me this morning, reliving a current anxiety with the roles reversed, at which point I realized all the characters in the dream were elements of myself...............
Peace, 

(image: google. Edvard Munch The Scream)