Summerize

Summerize for the summer size of the summer time in your life

Pack the boots and the gloves and the scarves knit with love

rediscover your skin

warm within

clothes are thin

for the win!  

Put away the dark curtains and drape lacy pellucid flowing veils that allow for the breeze to flow through with ease

bringing odors that please

from the lilac and lavender trees

Put up the hammock

notorious for nap attacks

under skies peppered with fluffy clouds to give you warmth as well as retreat from the sun.

Load up the kayak with fish gear and tent sacks

and float down the river to a secluded beach

out of reach of the world and its worries and woe  

Dig your toe in the sand

take the quiet at hand

Build a fire with the wire of steel wool and sparks  

Leave no marks

but stay

for another day

Let the current lead the way

but drop anchor where you may

It’s all up to you to do what is true and stop feeling blue

Everything is always new

Enjoy the summer fun

Leap and frolic in the sun

Let out a joyful skirl with a whirl and a twirl  

For the thrill of the fill of the will will not last

Summer slips away fast

Days get colder

nights get bolder

we get older

as we shoulder our dark thoughts and feelings

leaving us realing

to survive another beating from the mother who is fleeting

leaving us under the snow

Dreams

I sometimes have the strangest dreams! From the tragedies of train wrecks and collapsing bridges to strange scenes of a Native American chief in full headdress on a horse on a cliff, typing on a laptop, to the everyday adventures of going to work. There really is no common thread among them. Sometimes they inspire me to write a movie script starring a detective on the chase of a notorious criminal, only to find out they are the same person (no wonder why they could never catch them). Other times they feel like a metaphor for navigating my own mind as I follow the winding hallways of the ancient hotel, guided by a small child who gently encourages me to open the creepy little door hidden behind the grandfather clock.

I do love my dreams. As you can see, they are a great show of my creativity, and if I make the time to write them down, they would emerge into fantastic tales. I wish I had the luxury to convey all of them into the works of art they all aspire to be. But for the now, I keep remembering them. Knowing that the ones that stay with me over time are the ones that are truly meant to go somewhere. When they break into my daily life, reminding me of their existence, is when I need to drop everything and start the story.