When Pixies make Peace(c) Singleton 2008
On Parade Soon
I wadded it all up,
the burnt orange sunflowered sheets,
the sandy cat hair littered kitchen floor,
the margarita glasses with the peeling
paint that
kissed your lips,
left salty tattoos
on your chin,
your smile,
floating on the rim.
I packed it all up
and scooped it into yesterday,
an overstuffed pillow
tossed carelessly on the floor.
And in this pixie-ixie land I
live in.....
I can't wait to have a pillow fight.....
To bonk you in the head with
all your
"hey, I've got an idea"s
and your barbie doll suitcases stuffed to
the brim,
to take you out at the knees
with all the "could've beens" and
"should've beens"
and
then
collapse
in a heap,
carelessly tossed on the floor....
laughing.....
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8 comments:
Immediately brought this to my mind:
"and your saint like face and your ghost like soul,,,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?"
love it...thanks again for always making my day...
I read last week where Boston has a pillow fight day !!
Its what we need,
to play,
to laugh
to take ourselves
lightly
tenderly
with a grain of
salt
To pack up our yesterdays
in an ole pillow case
and use them to
crack open our shells
and
expose
that soft
unbreakable
centre
underneath,
Winged peace to you dear friend,
and Love,
M
Babs...
Who are you quoting? Saint like face, ghost like soul.....oooooohhhh, i love the shadows of blue those words paint!
No....Clink! And your words made mine! :) TY my friend
Ibeati...I saw it! How wild was that! Out on the lawn, feathers flying! Love it!
Maithri....
"to use them to crack open our shells"
You so get it, friend,
everytime,
you so get it!
Peace~love on the halfshell
I was quoting some early Dylan, Sing.
From the song/poem:
"Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands"
If you aren't familiar,it's worth Googling.
Hauntingly beautiful when sung by
Joan Baez.
Oh Good Lord, and I love Dylan, loooove Dylan, and have danced and swayed on many a coffee table top to Baez.....
"hauntingly beautiful".......
and it's like I'm in fugue......
Googling now....
Babs, I'm gonna email you tomorrow, things got cuckoo, the Tilt~a~whirl that never ends, and your little peace~love package and Maithri's peace sign is still on my kitchen counter....the return addresses fading from whiping down the counter with clorox....the book binding collecting more cathair than it's collected in 35 years! But I'm determined to post it tomorrow! Will bop you a for sure when I hand it to the postmaster!
Peace~love my friend,
and late night clinks!
Ta!Dah!
In the mail, friends!
Peace~Feel the love....
I left the notes out.....on the kitchen counter!
Muah!
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