Not a poem, just a request from my significant other,
that today instead of the click clicking sound of my keyboard.
They come home to a clean home instead. Because,
since i have found my mind here with words, the only thing
the quiet’s the chatter of my monkey brain, is
the sound of my fingers tapping away on my
keyboard.
What is your expectation?
Personally, Valentine’s Day, is strange. There are so many expectations,on one hand there is love, flowers, chocolates, dinners and togetherness.
On the other hand there is fights, loneliness, waisted money and disappointments. The expectations on this day are high, and I find it has become so commercial.
At one time in my life I worked in a flower shop. This was the most dreaded holiday of the year because our work began two weeks early, ending with 10 to 14 hour days just to prepare for this one day.
Though I am in a loving relationship I prefer not to celebrate it at all.
Until one day I read somewhere a beautiful thing.
That in Slovenia, Saint Valentine is the patron saint of beekeepers, pilgrims and good health. Valentine’s Day, is the time to celebrate the beginning of field work, plants, flowers and “the overall growth” of all living things. Though it is in February, Saint Valentine marks the beginning of Spring.
That left me with a beautiful expectation of Saint Valentines Day.
written by Issa
Sunset Sibilini Mountains Italy.
Lukewarm glow, goodnight.
Golden perception is lost.
Keep me with your warmth.
Photo & Haiku by Issa
Mixed feelings, inside
have aroused my awareness
to what may be going on.
hummm….?
Hair is brittle, skin is dry
brain is in a fog.
Slogging through my day
wanting to be a sloth.
No appetite for food or drink,
little appetite for life.
Now take a pill, now all is clear
everything seems fine.
I am now aware, the fog has gone
and once again, my brain is mine.
hummm?
Poem by Issa
Painting by Neith Nevelson (my mother)
Looking in their window
It looks so beautiful and perfect, that a touch of envy creeps into places of my being that I don’t want there.
Guilt also accompanies it, with saddening thoughts of my own life.
Wow they have the perfect home, adventurous life,
Great couple who are also best friends and no financial problems.
But what I don’t know about them is that
they are perfect strangers, because after half a decade of marriage,
they changed. They both grew in different directions.
He grew left and she grew right.
Perhaps they did not have “all” the important talks,
to make sure they wanted the same things for their future together
or maybe they did and were not honest with themselves
so, definitely not with each other. Many little things began chipping away
at their house years ago and they did not notice,
being the couple who traveled and laughed and always looked
lovingly into each others eyes.
But what were they actually seeing? Did she see unconditional love
and safety for the rest of her life
when she took her vows? Did he see unconditional love
and safety when he took his vows?
The answer is yes they did, but they did not know
what it meant.
So now as I look into the windows of someone else house
I don’t have envy, guilt and I am not sadden of the thoughts of my own life, I just feel relieved.
Written by Issa
Issa Brain Monkey Brain 