Don't touch my poems! It's my one thing!

french press of coffee, papaya and almonds
and a song from the evening’s party
spins around and around in my head
(everyone talking rapidly all together
for hours while things happen)

i am an unspeaking girl today
aflutter with mischief in my eyes
happiness
softer than birds stirring in my chest
(greenly twittering) faintly aspiring
to the hurdy gurdy soundtrack

shooting stars are probably remembering orange lovers
still wondering (like an alarm clock)

and somebody beautiful
flings playful nonsense outside in the park
while elephants converse somewhere in India.

(I can hear the surprises coming just like a jazz band)

Romeo ate my poem. I caught him exactly in the act ~ my journal shredded all over the floor, my latest poem a mess of mush in his mouth. Poetic but ewwwww! I was absolutely transfixed with shock.  What's my one rule?

Don't touch my poems! It's my one thing!!!

So that is why Romeo was not invited on my morning meander down to the sea earlier this lovely day to shoot some photo's for 'words to shoot by.'

Roxy would never do such a thing.  She is a very well behaved girl.

This morning ~

~ Seu Jorge adds magic to a spectacular day (defeats gloriously any ill will towards naughty puppies)

~ feeling really happy because I figured out what I wanted and learned how to ask for it (non profit = a wholehearted 'yes!!!') 

~ maple donuts are a fabulous Sunday morning breakfast (twist my arm)

~  Madelyn Mulvaney calls it a must read

~ I have a crush on Paul Rudd.  A real chick magnet that one.

~ ' my sweet muse' revving up for February 1st with a special Valentine's day post for a little extra shimmer  

Happy Sunday chickadees!

love, always

Maddie