Would You Rather a Lamp?
I am a girl filled with expectations. Like a ginger jar filled, stuffed caulker block full, though the filling is the part which is unpredictable; it could be match books, or seashells, acorns or all those pretty capsules. This makes me erratic and sometimes volatile. Are you strong enough or far too sane to stay and help me sort the contents? It’s lonely work without a witness or a spotter. I rather be alone than with you reluctantly, so please try to shuck that husk and remain. Yes, I am sometimes capricious, but I try never to be cruel. I know sometimes you convince yourself that leaving me to my own devices is the wisest of courses, but don’t be fooled; you disappear due to your weakness not strength and the worst part about the price of abandonment is that everyone has to pay it.
Design a window that looks out on your dreams
THE SHINY THING
The starling stands with the candy wrapper in its beak
The cellophane flexes in the breeze
Here is my life
I have the shiny thing in my possession , What do I do?
Do I give up my intended tasks to attempt dominance
Or control of the shiny thing?
Do I release this thing of intrigue and beauty
I am drawn to the shimerance and sparkle
But shutter at the price
The world is filled with shiny things
I can enjoy them
But leave them where they lay.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault