Words B Word, Right?. Cathy Lorraine Bagley MD

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СКАЧАТЬ it can’t be that simple!

      If it is then it’s only for a spell,

      at least, this is what feelings tell.

      Just in case, like arriving at the initial point on a swing,

      “Good morning,” again I sing with words written down. It’s rumored around man can hear with focused eyes. What a pleasant surprise! He can see with ears. Visual beauty he hears. Contradicting.

      Seems conflicting.

       However, senses do share

       connections somewhere

       deep in the soul

       with links forever old.

      I’ve certainly turned around my own day. What power I wield

      with a dimpled smile as my sword, a good day as a shield!

      Now follow suit-… troops align, ready,

      with smiles locked, steady

      move onward convert

      words so they don’t hurt.

      Linked arm-in-arm,

      who’d dare breech to harm

      through human barriers

      carriers

      encircling you.

      Dimples do

      spread peace.

      Upturned, release

      tension in faces.

      They spread joy at rapid paces.

      And words being word

      huddled as a contiguous herd,

      jovially come to mind and on parted lips as I type

       at sunrise this fall bursting with brilliant colors so ripe…

      A hearty good morning! Repeat it to the next person right away. Pass this greeting as a chain. Hopefully, it will make anothers day!

      Beautiful

      Beautiful

      Morning light shyly, quietly peeps through closed blinds like a child through an ajar door.

       Forging past despite closed blinds incapable of fully containing the patient, respectful young intruders.

      Curious, eager, excited about the dawn of a fresh day and its gift-bearing potential. Squeezing past cracks eventually reaching eyes closed, lost in a variety of intangible dream vistas. Conflicted, morning light somewhat reluctant to disrupt peaceful night’s slumber, announces itself. Nature’s premier visual alarm sounds. It is indeed… Beautiful!

       Spectacularly dressed leaves detach to make their grand debut;

       Ready to leave home

       and abandon familiar surroundings after a long season or two’s preparation…

      Twirling, fluttering. Skies becoming alive adopting brilliant earth-tone hues courtesy of cascading leaves departing; Sometimes slowly in silence floating on gentle breezes obeying laws discovered not created by mammalian entities. Other times sweetly flapping, flipping; dancing in song. Gravity and wind compete as directional forces willing downwards, outwards movements in flight. Like jubilant pirouetting brightly adorned nymphs they fall gracefully. Bravo! Dramatic elegant costumed performances like these are… Beautiful!

       Invigorating droplets escape plump ecstatic clouds.

       Overjoyed, they cannot contain their contents:

       Either giggling coyishly, sprinkling tickling barely there mist droplets in every direction south or

       Guffawing fiercely hurling sculpted crystalline multidimensional balls, flakes or shards;

       chiseling out new and modifying old landscapes upon impact over time.

       Unintentionally, unknowingly happy clouds spill over when over burdened with joy.

       True, what results from such enthusiastic spillage can also destroy.

       Because there is a cycle to life, their laughter can also restore balance rejuvenate, nurture recycle, replenish, and rebuild.

      Clouds lined with droplets soaked to their brims, stuffed and big-bellied precipitate hearty laughs. Ringing from valleys to peaks, blanketing cityscapes to countrysides, Fragrantly earthy, unmistakably… Beautiful.

      Alliteration

      Alliteration

      In every way I found myself… Aways aching aiming to attain accolades, affirmations and abundant agreeable affections from a once-time lover. I couldn’t see how deeply enmeshed I was in his dense clever web of partial truth, seeming true deceptions. This former sleeping beauty later kissed by reality’s revealing, rivoting rap wrinkled before becoming bolder, brighter, braver. But beatened, broken, I still boo-hooed! Crazed, caring, calling constantly, I commensed then curtailed crying crocodile

      tears over how, why he treated me like he did when I extended myself, albeit naively, to him in my best way and without acknowledgements, receipts. I repeatedly questioned, thought, questioned about rejection for more than a long while…

       Definitely dear, it’s indubitable I’m distressed! You diabolically, definitively dissed, distanced then dumped a disheartened delicate daisy after dispensing Your unique brand of toxic fertilizer. True, I needed weeding, weaning. I allowed you to uproot my emotions planted everywhere. You were so convincing!

       For years in a fortress built on a foundation of fickle forevers,

       hounded, hysterical held hostage, I hollered hoping to be heard!

       Morose me…

      my many misgivings, mistakes

      made me moribund, moody, mad!

      How could an accomplished

       woman stand for treatment

       unquestionably that bad?

      I wished wanting wisdom while wringing

      hands wondering… woman, why

       where, how had I lost myself, my soul

       in all of this? Where the hell was I

       every elongated empty evening earnestly?

      Fretting, СКАЧАТЬ