Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I believe in yesteryear
when the living was easy
projections of the future past perfect
today dyln morning

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves

We’re idiots, babe

It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves

counting time
without a metronome
only the dripping faucet

some feel-good stories
body softened and relaxed
heart delivered warmth

midnight call
rouses me from sleep -
barred owl

gift of more free time
slower pace through the hours
lengthening of breath

feet on floor
conversation of cells
alive this morning

love comes love goes
like sunshine and rain
hard to predict

who has the key
who waits undiscovered?
surprise me

Purim Corona
too drunk to keep the rules
next day excuses

(Purim - from Wikipedia:
Significance: Celebration of Jewish deliverance as told in the Book of Esther (Megillah)
Celebrations: Listening to the Book of Esther in synagogue;
sending food parcels and giving charity;
dressing up in costume;
eating a festive meal;
parties and parades (Adloyada);
drinking alcoholic beverages, especially wine)

tequila and tears
history scrutinized
different stories

invitation
luxurious secrecy
moment for sharing

one more day
end of a great try
sad but true

retired school teacher
no work or too much work
corona mandates

and so it begins
dare i challenge
down the rabbit hole

old storage box
thank you note to self
but whose handwriting?