OH THE DAY!

 What if we said

    OH THE DAY!

and threw off our warm covers

and ran out into the snow

    barefooted

and danced until our toenails turned blue

and the snow turned to slush under our feet

and the once green grass poked through

what if we loudly proclaimed the day

    THE MOST BEAUTIFUL!

even if it is cold and grey

and the snow and rain blows around us

and the fog drifting in until it hides the tops of trees

But i stayed inside

and i was warm

my pink socks tucked into fuzzy slippers

and you're drinking the tea i made you

you like it half strength with lemon and just a whiff of honey

you're watching TV and don't know how to use the remote

 

And maybe there are not many days left like this

with you

so inside my head and on these pages i shout

    OH THE DAY!

    IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL

to spend some hours quiet with you.

A Good Poker Face

 

I don't think i have one

a good poker face that is

if you know me

Everything is written

all over my face 

how i hold my body

i'm not good at sneaking up

or sneaking around

or keeping a (good surprise) secret

my glee bubbles up loudly 

it is not confined within my skin

 

I can however keep a serious secret

i don't really like them

there are already too many

buried inside me somewhere behind my face

its self preservation really

i try to forget them

so i do

is forgetting the same as secret keeping?

 

So i don't think 

i have a good poker face

or maybe i do

i have never looked at my face from the other side

only you can tell me if i do

Sleep Lidded Visions

 The other night

    as i closed my eyes to sleep

after they adjusted to the dark

    the colors behind my eyelids

danced dark blue against black

    a whale shape

    or maybe a shark

fins sleek against it's body

    drifting from the top

of my closed eyed vision

    to the bottom

I fell asleep

    wondering if sharks see

visions of humans when they sleep

 

 A few nights before

    more tired than i should

i closed my eyes to see

    army green and and neon pink shapes dancing

the dark green a steady haze

     the pink figures cavorting

across my sleep lidded vision

    appendages ziggy zagging

against the disco ball green

    if i choreographed the moves

it would be all arms and legs

    thrusting out and whipping back

straight lines bent

pushing against the edges of the darkness

    at the sides of the dim greenlit stage

                (no one should dance under green light)

neon pink pulsing shining figures

    it wasn't a lull to sleep 

but a slap in the face

    of my dream time self

 

    last night

as you readied yourself for sleep

    i closed my eyes on the still lit room

wondering what shapes and colors awaited

    it was only the dark of closed eyes

i pressed my fingers to my eyelids

    finding once again the green with pink figures

this time indistinct

    disappearing when my fingers lifted

I don't remember falling asleep

    I woke up remembering i dreamt

but not of what

I wonder what i'll see tonight

    shapes and colors or just the dark.