In trying to decide whether to kill off my 'nearly dead' blogs I am taking another look here. After looking, I have decided to resurrect this blog, if only for the purpose of introspection (thank you Miss X).
It's Thursday and my friend Neva, poetess and proserie (sic) extraordinaire, has posted her 'Thoughtful Thursday". I am inspired to do the same.
Hot, it's hot. Of course it's Las Vegas and that means desert and that means hot. Unlike dessert, which can be hot and yummy, but I digress. It's hot outside and, unfortunately, without a/c at work, it's hot inside as well. I'm thinking, In this steamy environment I contemplate my life.
I have spent a great deal of my life worrying about others, which has done nothing of merit for them or for me. It has never improved anything of significance either before, during or after any and all stressful events. so on this Thoughtful Thursday I have decided to try and stop. I will continue to love them, not without thought though. I cannot lie, I cannot do it. I can get close but that's about it. I don't mean to put conditions on my love for anyone they just pop into my mind and out of my mouth before I can stop them. I tell them I love them and I will always love them, and that's true. But how?
How do I love thee?
let me count the ways
I love you if you come home late
but I'll yell at you
I love you if you lie to me
but I'll want to lie back
I love you if you betray me
but I will never feel quite the same
How do I love thee?
I love you on sunny days
it's easier
I love you on sour dingy days
it's harder when I'm a grump
I love you when you smell like sweet straw
and want you close to me
I love you when your breath is not
I'll stay farther away
How do I love thee?
I love you when you're young and handsome
and climb into your arms and your bed
I love you when you're old and grey
as we share the same comfortable space
I love you long when we're young
and shorter when we're old
How do Ilove thee?
I love you as the flawed human being that I am
hesitantly
incessently
transparently
angrily
doubtfully
fully
partially
trembling
shaking
praying
pretending
you know
real.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
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