Musical Dreams

Oh how I long
for a romantic song
Not
about co-dependence and
lack of boundary keeping.

Make it mainstream
With thoughts for the teens
To ponder
Perseverate
And perhaps inspire change.

Communication and
owning what’s yours
Admitting a wrong
and forgiving.

A new world will begin
One we wish we lived in
But never realized it’s ours
for the making.

Attended my second writing conference ever. The place was overflowing with amazing authors, editors, publishers, experts, volunteers. I met so many amazing people. Not like, “oh, you’re amazing” blah blah cuz you’re here too, but “you’re real, genuine, kind, accepting, open, generous, interested, just overall amazing. I’m lucky to have met you.” See the difference?

I learned a lot, too. I can’t wait to go to the next conference. The LUW cares so much about its members and the writing community, each person affiliated with them spreads the same message of appreciation and concern. They’re wonderful.

Puma Passes Out

Puma paced, preoccupied.
Perhaps, she went too far this time.
Her heart, she followed, though plummeting inside.

Puma played it safe, you see, her designs always quite clean.
Pedestrian, pacifying, plain.

Please.

Puma pulsed within, craving dynamic peppy seams.
Passion for fashion pushed her over the edge.
Now she waits for the critics to drop their sledge.

The paper slips under her door.
Puma pounces, peeks, prays.
And before she can pull her eyes away,
Puma sees Princess Pud
On the full cover front page,
Parading about in her new favs

The headline reads:
Princess Pud Proudly Prances in Her New Puma Puffy Pantses!

Puffy Pants are all the rage
Thanks to Puma and her plucky passion for forward thinking fashion!

Oh, good god,
She can hardly believe it.
Puma passes out
Just to conceive it.