Floral Trophies

SherrieTheriault — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:51:56 -0800

November 21 FLORAL TROPHIES Captured pet plants grow in my window. Why these specimens are given such regal care I suspect, but can’t explain. Delicate shoots pile out of sturdy stalks; roots force the confines of my decorative pots. How many neighborly blooming faces stare into my kitchen, greeting me mornings? I am amazed what good company my leafy friends can be when I am ...

Nuzzle's Offering

SherrieTheriault — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 03:27:53 -0800

November 20 NUZZLE’S OFFERING Like a vegan kitten who wrestles long tailed leaves and twigs, subduing them and dragging these prizes to the feet of human parents, I fight paper tigers and bring the tatters as tribute to my Higher Power. These bloodless battles are pure practice; future wars may not be as clean. I can not enlist my God to fight these skirmishes; I would never believe ...

Driveway Time

SherrieTheriault — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:12:29 -0800

November 19 DRIVEWAY TIME Layer after layer of blue stack the sky, the moon risen and the sun dipping away. I wait for the twin lights, the constellation of headlights---my ride to the meeting. It will be the entry vehicle to a world of population, leaving behind the galaxy of me, the single star. I stand silent and the feeling of fellowship carries the miles. Laughter flies the winds ...

Time Fraud

SherrieTheriault — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:40:56 -0800

November 18 MAIL FRAUD The open envelope betrays the tampering I suspect. Too bad my critics are snooping, not my supporters. When they are finished tearing open my mail, they tear me apart as well. Shredded, I feel unable to handle further correspondence. I shut down communications. There is no channel for benefactors to travel. My champions are at a loss to defend me from my ...

Timely

SherrieTheriault — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:49:08 -0800

November 17 TIMELY Spend a minute to rub the sleep gently from your eyes.Spend an hour smoothing lotion from one end to the other.Spend a day in tribute to the gifts you give and gifts given you.Spend a week researching your goals, dreams and hopes.Spend a month routing energy to a viable flow.Spend a year studying truth.Spend a life living it.Your life is worth all the time you ...

Down the Upside

SherrieTheriault — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:14:28 -0800

November 16 DOWN THE UPSIDE On the downside of a rising star there is too much fear. Anticipation is recommended for ascent, delight should be encouraged, but all out alarm is usually sounded whether it is needed or not. Panic dims the shining pleasure of mounting the sky. Refuting celestial status, denying astral projection, I renounce myself. Attaining height, my position in ...

Deserving

SherrieTheriault — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 04:13:01 -0800

November 15 DESERVING Tender toes crushed by moving memories, fresh pain from ancient injuries, shock incurred from these lifeless reminiscences. Unhappy reconstructions slap unsuspecting faces. The people, who stood by to let the chips fall where they may, try to feign 'innocent bystander' now that shit is falling from the sky. Unexposed skin will burn when the flames leap high. ...

Three Toys Floating

SherrieTheriault — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:07:25 -0800

November 14 THREE TOYS FLOATING I bat the ducks across the surface of my bath. Soaking is supposed to calm me. I’m waiting. I assure you my impatience is no help to this process. These yellow, tub-bound misfits grinning at me don’t fill me with the joy of living, either. I have blown bubbles until I’m blue. I smell like a French elevator from the bath oils. My hair is ...

Floral Ecstasy

SherrieTheriault — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:31:56 -0800

November 13 FLORAL ECSTASY I could eat fields of buttercups and drink down ponds of water lilies. Wear foxgloves and a pair of lady slippers, too. I could wrap myself in bridal wreathe and underpin with nettles. I could rise with the roses, lay with the lilies, shade with the sage, sing with the trumpet vines and run away from home with a Turk's cap on my head and a pansy in my ...

Eight Mistakes Closer

SherrieTheriault — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:23:35 -0800

November 12 EIGHT MISTAKES CLOSER I am eight mistakes closer to perfection. As long as I fall forward, progress is being made. I fail meticulously toward my goal, more cannot be asked. Loss, pain, frustration are strong teachers and great motivators. I suck each splinter for knowledge, extracting juice from every fragment for information. In spite of sprains and strains, I have ...

Quilter

SherrieTheriault — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:12:44 -0800

November 11 QUILTER What more comfort can exist in the world than a conglomeration of turned edges and love? Fancy stitches or not, the assembled world of cloth stands testament to devotion and diligence. Careful collections, meaningful to the collector and mysterious to the possessor, fulfill the primal urge to shelter and be safe. Time is testimony to endurance. Thread against ...

I Don't See How

SherrieTheriault — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:48:07 -0800

November 10 I DON’T SEE HOW This is the smallest of the fragile excuses I use to keep from doing things to make me happy. Petty in a way I would never be with others, I rake my desires and tiny little hopes over the coals. Tired platitudes are plated up as first serves by my short order shortsightedness. Protecting crusted-over nonsense, I live the life of a lockout, not even a ...

Clinging

SherrieTheriault — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:23:15 -0800

November 9 CLINGING Large bugs cling to the soffits, upside down, as an alternative to the rain soaked landscape. I salute their efforts to find security in a shrinking list of possible locations. Awkward situations place me, fingertips and toenails holding position, trying to avoid life’s harsher choices. Bitter, chilling options are cheerful alternatives to no options at all. ...

Clinging

SherrieTheriault — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:22:03 -0800

Slaying Old Dragons

SherrieTheriault — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:59:21 -0800

November 8 SLAYING OLD DRAGONS Your roar is Doppler-low and I can feel my steps move the earth as I go forward. Former dominator, scary from every angle, I come for you today. The scales are falling. I don’t rip them but they fall. I can breathe at the heights of your lair; I am not shrinking. The booming voice you had is gone, the power spilling away from you. I don’t fly ...