Nine beating hearts, 18 hands, 90 toes, hungry to be heard, held, tickled
All at once, in unison
Reaching, grabbing, hitting, kicking, pulling, pinching, screaming for affirmation
Intense, stiff competition to confirm love, life, longing
Rivalry rears its ugly head
Sibling love
Strong, with strings attached,
tied
Tightly with bruised bonds,
bombing
set on mass destruction
Brutalized, black and blue bandaids
Beaten, Bitter hurt
HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT HURT
Painful cries
of kinship
family
Brothers and Sisters
Sandbox play, building castles in backyard boxing ring
Punching bag
Break through, breaking arms
Belting blows
With wind
knocked out
Breath
Flattened
Fighter remains
with worn out love handles
Here is my “Outlook” when initiating or accepting a “Meeting Request” in the corporate world.
Your number one objective when leading/participating in a business meeting – whether you are joining in person or via online – is to set a tone of mutual respect across all group members.
Set that goal as the top priority among all meeting attendees and watch what amazing accomplishments will result from the session.
People can move mountains.
Feeling fear
under thin skin
through fatty tissue and mindful muscle
that holds memory unconscious, captive
with stiff hip sockets
and wobbly knees, that crack when stepping softly
on grinding unbrushed teeth,
clenched lockjaw.
Coursing veins open round the clock for CBC samples
A pulse — steady, slow beat — spirals up the down spinal column,
leaking synovial fluid
to lubricate nervous system and ward off artery occlusion
Pinched nerves at the core plum line, centered
With heat generator set at 98.8 fahrenheit.
Hot flash
Hormonal fueled flow, monthly non-stop menopausal cramps
Rushing to itch unscratched surface
Virginity intact, deflowerd
Resulting in full flush
Rosy, red cheeks
Rash
Shy smile
and cute dimples.
There’s Still Time, published by Tess Press. Copyright 2009. All rights reserved.
There’s Still Time
Churning, choppy
Adrift in dark, deep riptides
of graying strands
Tangled, twisted strings of seaweed
Tightly taut
Trimmed to eroding hairline
Rough undertow
Parted at center, with 52 split ends
A tidal wave of braided rope
Rushing ringlets
Buoyed and knotted by anchored pearls
Storm surge
a curly kinky raging tide
of fizzling, frantic frizz
Teased coarse tints
Form floating tufts
of bleached streaked faded color
Rippled whipped foam
Combing the salt-and-pepper surf
with furious tall crests, that crash
a hairy ebb and flow, brushing
sandy pink sloping shoulders
Nothing
Blank
No place, nobody
A tiny dot
That waits
to talk
Touch
Breathe
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