In love with life and all of its foibles.
The mothers I know and love Have reworked their past selves Into new models Handy mechanics with a wrench No time on their calloused hands
By Aspen Marie 10 months ago in Poets
Sparse neural coding offers this Each neuron connected in small clusters Limitless possibilities of patterns Combine into memories and knowledge
Fire burns, as we all know Saturday night ignites Soul music flames That lick undulating hips In figure eights A righteous dance party in the kitchen
Wren loves this tidbit of knowledge His mirth when he shared it with me Uproarious Cackling with glee, he said “One day humans will evolve
Violet night unfurls As a storm builds in intensity On a farmhouse in remote rural Southern Saskatchewan The land is so flat
Dappling The space between Is where I exist Even a stunted tree Reaches for the light So says my favourite author
My romantic fantasies Are very odd In nearly every one I am with the person I desire Laying in the sun under a tree While they read to me
Do not dare call me A bored housewife; I am not Some boxed-in sidekick
A most beautiful girl child So stunning, it was low-key Generally assumed by all She was fey Rich, dark eyes Elven features
Wren sits beside me Listening patiently to my composition Our shared love of tornadoes Inspired him to write his own
When was gentleness Labeled a weakness What entity decided control and restraint Lacked anything Beyond brute force I have witnessed first hand
A strange psychedelic experience Opened a portal This Psilocybin key unlocked A previously shuttered window I was unaware
