The 37th day

Be well.

Shade, in passing, pauses

They’ve found a house
so I think
i wish I could send flamenco dancers
for a special farewell
to those crotchety folks below

There is a room
a place for curling up of an evening
being cleaned of long standing patterns
deserving fresh smells
spotless young paint for its walls

There is a girl
overrun with confusion
wings clipped by her own insolence
muffled by her own lies
given time to hear herself

The other side of the window
glimpses flitting through awareness
where are the days of open sky
narrow footpaths and time
touched by the grace of pines

There is one spirit
insistent against demands
probably getting just about everything wrong
but knowing
perplexities must be dried on a line in fresh air

ThomaS

April 6, 2005

Flamenco dancers? Ha Ha, Love the image

AWESOME! Hang in there, kid you are doing great. Long, deep felt hugs to you.

Robin W

I love this. You’re goin’ strong! Hugs,

Wow 🙂 Let it flow, Lioness. And … HUGE WOWWWWWS for the 37th day !!! Yea !! Yehaw, even! Big Warm Huggles and Love,

Liberalis Femina

Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You are doing great!

Elle: 2

THIS IS GREAT …

The Rickster

Wonderful as always. 37th day? Good for you. 🙂

laerima

lovely images. loving the flamenco dancers… and the “wings clipped by her own insolence”. Thank you for the interesting interpretation… and for the smiles. hugs,

White sky

I like this. Sounds like a writer’s cabin off somewhere secluded in a full building. Lovely.

songbird

April 7, 2005

Those last 5 lines especially sort of sum up life, don’t they. ‘Perplexities’ is a great word!! Hugs.

“muffled by her own lies” — I wish this isn’t something I know quite a bti about-I’m frantically busy these days but I do drop in a lot – you ARE one of my faves, afetr all – but I’m not doing you justice. I admire your writing — thank you.