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Owls

Me Myself and I, Menu, My creations, , , ,

I hear you

I see you too

Solitary creatures

Of the night

These nights

Not so solitary

Two, three

No five, maybe even six

Who cooks for you?

Barred owls

And one

Unmistakable

Low long

Who, who, who

Who indeed

The Great Horned

Harbinger of change

I always know

When you sing me to sleep

My life is on a path

Toward something

Scary, new, different

Usually good

I hope you’re right

My mind wants to tell me otherwise

I love your calls

Even more special

Those moments of grace

When you make certain

I see

Up close and personal

If I could just touch

Silky soft

Feathers

So beautiful

Alas

Protected by razors

Talons of might

Look but don’t touch

I know

Always did wonder

If you ever did let me touch

Would it melt us both

Just a fanciful dream

Like so many

For now give thanks

For your presence

Your soft song to sleep by

Beautiful

Owls

Corset

Menu, , , , , ,

Aches still within

Support not seen

Bones of steel

A metaphor

For the usual self

The real beauty

Implied by devices

Marketed to provide

Visible

Sterotypical

Beauty

Beyond bones

Gratitude felt

For pain relief

For functionality

In work and walking

Hopes

Maybe, once or twice

More than support

Will be enjoyed

The marketing worked

The buyer saw

Beautiful potential

To model it’s finest qualities

For another

The others in mind

Slow to move

Thoughts unknown

She waits patiently

Daydreaming

For future dreamy nights

With just one thing on

Better dreams

Nothing but a

Beautiful self

Enjoyed in

Accepting love

Beholders that accept

All

Regardless

Of matching

Cosmo

Beauty more than

Skin

Deep

In love

Picture is just one of many available for purchase on Wish or Amazon. I didn’t have any corset pictures, and none were available in the stock image pool.

May you be supported by the Divine (and not feel the need for a corset). May you enjoy life and see beauty everywhere. May you see your own beauty. May your lover (s) appreciate you as you are, regardless of what you wear. May you feel good and enjoy all of your days. May you feel at ease in your body always and go at a comfortable safe pace.

Siva Hir Su

First Bulbs

Menu, , , , , , , 
Planted
Waiting
New hopes still dormant
Sun's rays warm
Water falls to nourish
Cold nights yet inhibit
Vulnerable aspirations
Anticipation of beauty
Expectations of growth
Excitement withheld
Too early to tell
Even small dreams can be destroyed
A countdown begun
Finite time
Easy to measure
Success or failure
Hope for the former
Mitigated by reality
Halfway is okay
Partial success still
Better Than
None at all
Cross fingers
Wait
Watch
Birds and squirrels
The only signs of life
Will the dirt become the beautiful garden
               -TC

Garden is started, but I’m short time and temper. I’m burnt around the edges and wishing I had a clone of myself. Or two or 3. I’ve added topsoil to the primary bed around our big tree in front and planted elephant ear bulbs and coleus bulbs around it. Smaller flower beds along our sidewalk have been started but not finished, gladiolus bulbs already in one side, but other bulbs have yet to be planted. I don’t have steam or time to finish this week, and hope my body will keep trucking. I must not be a good manager because every time I ask for things from Nathan I am disappointed by incomplete results and kids causing yet more trouble. There is only so much of me and because of Nathan’s health I’m trying to do my jobs, his responsibilities, and somehow fit self-care and self-gratification into it all to not hate the world.

May you all find that you are enough. May you have capable support. May your kids behave (or kids in your experience). May you have enough time for self-care and self-gratification. May you feel replenished occasionally enough to enjoy your life and your world. May you feel appreciated.

Siva Hir Su