As the whisper of your kiss
Breath so soft against my neck
Touching that place
In my heart
Today will be a down day for me, which means that I will probably be spending most of my day in my gardens, giving them a little extra love and deadheading and weeding a bit. I planted some marigold seeds late in the season and now I need to take the time to weed around what their overabundance has caused. I broadcast them throughout the garden, sending the seeds far and wide... and now, we live in the land of Marigold. Here! Take a couple of flowers! Flowers! There always must be flowers!
Silent you should be
Your gentle touch only serves to remind
Of a love that shall never be
I bought a new car yesterday!! I was totally excited! It is a Toyota Highlander Hybrid Limited and it is in my driveway right now, saving me gas money! Woo-hoo!
And just because this is so eclectic (It's true!!) I am showing off me steeming with you. I nixed the refrigerator picture this week because there was nothing to show. I haven't gone shopping yet so I could show off the remnants of nothing, but, where is the fun in that?
Even the fuschia on the porch is loving life right now. The right amount of heat, guarded against the sun and plenty of water. Rinse. Repeat. Fuschias are forever thirsty. Such a simple request. Water me generously. Oh! Life is good. Just ask this plant.
Your touch would start my turn
From the bottom to the top
To a place I can breathe
Once, all over again
The night almost gone
I know how I feel
Getting off this merry-go-round
Again, all over again
And just like that, these musings are done. I want to thank @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting these challenges and just so you know, although much sun and shine was used up today, I can guarantee that there is still a little left in my heart. Have a most fabulous day!
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"