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Rooms

See? This key has broken my door.
Ive taken it away. It made my room swell,
shattering windows, and causing a nosebleed.
It has no eyes, no mouth. Its teeth are broken.
It unlocks words
that beat their knuckles against my doorpost,
begging for entry, planning an escape.

Do you agree silence closes all noise?

Then stand outside, just beyond the wilderness.
Wipe your feet of any wild air.
A new room will grow like sleep,
a caterpillar dangling inside my voice
exploding its powder wings,
burnt into sunlight.

You can live there.
Ill hear you disappear,
and consider,
why I melt these rooms,
one into the other.


2023 Tovli

Listen With Your Heart

Mother, can you hear me?
If not my voice, my thoughts.
You are there when I need you
And I need you now.
I shall concentrate as I do in prayer
And you shall read me loud and clear.

You gave me life that I have lived,
And continuous love as you forgive,
And gifts I did not use,
And treasure that I wasted.
When I asked you, I received,
And I acknowledge that Im remiss.

One more time I seek your support:
Just some reassurance of some sort.
Like the times when I was a child;
And you looked at me and smiled.
Now I know you cant hear my voice.
Just hear my love with your heart.

In My Head over what you said
Cliches and Idioms Hit the nail on the head
by Don Lee 2023

When Im not able to make heads or tails of it, see eye to eye, or Get Over It and
Feel Im stumped, down and out, walking on eggs and admit its been a Hard Days Night,
Suddenly it dawns on me, before I fall off my rocker, throw the baby out with the bath water. Families are like fudge- mostly sweet with a few nuts, Les Dawson- Comedian.

If Im in hot water, wanting to raise the roof and let her rip, make no bones about it, before I face the music, I remind myself no family is as neat as a pin and as quick as a cat, before I call the bluff and talk turkey, even if I think I know the ropes and my back is to the wall I say, Zip it, take pen in hand and write it out. A stitch in time saves nine.

I dont want to put the cart before the horse. Family is not jury-rigged (temporary). Family is not an important thing, its everything,- Michael J. Fox. Family will be around long after Hell has frozen over, the cows came home, and the stars fell from the sky. Having somewhere to go is home, having someone to love is family, both is a blessing.

Family is not easy come easy go. It takes work! You cant just feather your nest and play it by ear. In time of test, family is best, proverb. Family is the salt of the earth. It isnt always blood. Its the people in your life who want you in theirs: the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and love you no matter what.

Your guess is as good as mine, but the rat race of life might feel like a vicious circle, and you cant hit the broad side of a barn no matter what you do to make things plum in your life or your family or at best safe and sound, just remember a cat can look at a king, you are you, live to fight another day and dont win the battle just to lose the war.

Clichés like a fairy tale can have a bit of truth and like a truth can be a bit of a fairy tale. Just as what we tell ourselves about ourselves that makes ourselves, cliches although not carved in stone, might shed some light on the answer to understanding who, what, when, where why and how of a situation so you can nail it - forgive, forget and move on.

Rose remember when we're went to the museum to experience the sinking of the titanic
We were assigned the role of an actual passenger with our ticket
I was poor and assigned to a lower deck
You were a woman of some wealth and above me on the ship during its fateful journey
We walked the ship and engaged with museum staff asking questions slipping in and out of character and laughing
Enjoying our day together and loving participating in such an historical moment in such a vivid fashion
But suddenly we came to the end of our tour and there was a board where we could search for the passenger we had been assigned and read their fate
You found your passenger first and you had survived. We could not find my passenger's name and I was beside myself thinking trapped on the lower deck not rich like you I had lost my life
Then suddenly you spotted my name I had survived
We laughed and hugged and said we both survived the journey because we were sisters and would never leave each other behind
Today I am the survivor and you are lost in an ocean of tears.

~First Thought~

Your touch is so warm
Just a slight shift, a slight press, a thought,
And that delight jolts though me.
Im not small, Im big.
I can hear your mutters, and hums,
And hearty laughs that make me jump and tremble too.
It's all so very warm
And touching
And safe.
But Im here, listening,
just a bit.
As I learn, you learn too.
I dont like jalapeños, so you can take that back.
I dont like peanut butter.
You can definitely take that back.
I love chocolate. Yes please!
But your rub that adds more warmth,
to my comfortable and wonderful space.
I dont have the ability to describe it yet.
Well both keep learning about each other.
When I see your face, I will learn,
how you do it.
pass along love and warmth from a distance I cant quite see yet.

On the Passion and Pain of One Single Earshot

On the music of the Mariage dAmour by Paul de Senneville for piano

Whom do ears stalk through the wind
in vain as they lift and lay heads low
ever again in countless surfs and swells
in the gilded, dusty fields flogged with heat?

Whom do they seek to reachwith whom
do they need to talkear with loves thirst,
ear in loves parching needs? And yet it seems
this is the way in which both Heaven and Earth

do try to come back to their rhyme and reason,
back to their senses and hear one another out.
But the song is scattered, and the distance

looms too vast, too voidand the gems, the notes,
the stones way too many nowfor someone to bend
and bud and bloom within just one earshot of mine.