Ruby Red

She sits

mirror gazing 

with every intention 

of painting 

smiles upon her lips

nails slightly chipped 

linger over

silver and gold flaked appliances

of her trade, she waits

for...

the.... 

right moment

when the song on the radio

evades sound and

transcends boundaries… 

then 

she... 

wades into life

painting away 5 o'clock

and mental 

notes of doubt 

with a pale concoction, #7.

Leaning into reflections

the soft color of her skin

radiates bright with each

brush of perfection 

with each... 

brush

of... 

there just right

she sits back and admires.

her - technique is flawless

her - skill untouched by fear

first the base of life

a touch of charcoal here and

then here,  

a splash of smokey gray

a sparkle to accentuate play

fullness of delight

a butterfly in flight

and as the melody

rhapsodies to climax

she finalizes her transformation

with the stroke of 

midnight and haiku

leaving behind any trace of

the who

is worn every day

from dread a.m. to just an hour ago;

and lives;

ruby red.

{{author note: my meager attempt to appreciate beauty in an experience I am not familiar with - please know, I want to paint her beautiful with my words - and if I fail, it is not for lack of wanting it.}} 

Love's Little Gamble

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I love you with all my heart,

But I can’t yet marry you. 

With a little bit of patience,

And a lot of hope,

One day I will walk you down that aisle,

And the world will cope.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Equal love knows no difference,

I was put on this earth to be with you.

Looking in the Mirror

Rest Here

When your road leads too long into the distance
when the sun sets and shadows take the path
when stars hide, and the moon dives
behind clouds of storms, anticipating;
Rest here, by my hearth
by the flames of kith and kin-ship.
Do not let weary doubt o'er take you
for in this moment we will rejoice
in how far you have come
and tomorrow set out
together.

To my younger self

You are
exactly who you should be
not an ounce grown
in the wrong
direction.
The seed of your
talents
grow beautifuly
unique
not a smidge
out of line or
question.
Your character is
witfully designed
trustfully divine
not a sinuew of
soul is placed
in the trash bin
or going
to hell because
love is not a sin
you're not ugly
or unlikable
unworthy or
un-anything,
don't listen to them
their snide remarks
their better than's
because in the end
you turn out just fine
you
live a life
they said you would
not dare
do
so
when they cast your
lots beneath the stands
while you step up
soloed from the band
when they laugh at
clothes handed down
or the silver shining
in that smile
when they poke
prod and manipulate
throw, hit, and
simply hate
you
don't you look in the mirror
and do
the same thing
because
You are
exactly who you should be
not an ounce grown
in the
wrong direction.

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