Travel Buddy

We could chase the sun, you tell me.

Sleep for two nights on the Nile.

See all the stars in the Sahara.

You would take me to a remote island, you say.

Visit all the bars you once danced in.

Charter a boat for the clear blue waters.

We would walk on the beaches til we couldn't anymore

Sip endless margaritas by the pool, you dream.

Revel all day in the sheets and the heat.

You promise the only cruise we'll take

will be to see the Northern Lights, and we can

eat our way across Italy. We'll jump in a car,

drive across the South West and love

even more than the miles can count.

High School Days

I went to get a massage this evening because my neck and back hurt. I mean hurt-ache-twinge-pain-ouch-hurt. It's the second time they've told me I have a "trigger point" along my spine that seizes up when stressed/sit-too-long/insert-relative-menial-labor-task-here. The only thing I ever remember like that was being trigger-happy enough to knock opposing players off the field with my hip while playing for the ball...

I am starting to reminisce --

those days when defense was my stance:

on the court, on the field, off the field.

I can taste the metallic sweat

of not-giving-in, still.

My body is the same me it was, but

I know the muscles have shape-shifted.

The memory retained but they'd mock

my daily performances;

the repetitive plays of "phone, email, desk";

the nylon, polyester, mascara of my new uniform.

Poems in November Month

Howdy y'all...

November's back again, and so is the poetry! Join me, if you would be so kind, as I muddle through another 30 poems (this time, hopefully, with friends j and cissy alongside me offline/online) and see what this construction of my perception comes up with.

A haiku, simple and sweet to start:

So today begins

another journey into

a vast poetic...

Until tomorrow...

xErica