Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Sun

I’ve been outside
This box of mine -
The nighttime
Has held me close,
Unwavering
In it’s tug.

I won’t let it go,
This box of mine -
I cling to 2am as my time
To be most alert,
Most ready
To be overwhelmed.

Sunglasses worn,
My drive home -
I place them back
Into their cubby,
Ready for tomorrow’s
Long drive home.

This drive,
And each after
Lead me each day,
Closer to you.
 

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Sun

I’ve been outside
This box of mine -
The nighttime
Has held me close,
Unwavering
In it’s tug.

I won’t let it go,
This box of mine -
I cling to 2am as my time
To be most alert,
Most ready
To be overwhelmed.

Sunglasses worn,
My drive home -
I place them back
Into their cubby,
Ready for tomorrow’s
Long drive home.

This drive,
And each after
Lead me each day,
Closer to you.
Such a Beautiful Lady, inside & out.
 
Sun

I’ve been outside
This box of mine -
The nighttime
Has held me close,
Unwavering
In it’s tug.

I won’t let it go,
This box of mine -
I cling to 2am as my time
To be most alert,
Most ready
To be overwhelmed.

Sunglasses worn,
My drive home -
I place them back
Into their cubby,
Ready for tomorrow’s
Long drive home.

This drive,
And each after
Lead me each day,
Closer to you.
Soooo Cute
 
Sun

I’ve been outside
This box of mine -
The nighttime
Has held me close,
Unwavering
In it’s tug.

I won’t let it go,
This box of mine -
I cling to 2am as my time
To be most alert,
Most ready
To be overwhelmed.

Sunglasses worn,
My drive home -
I place them back
Into their cubby,
Ready for tomorrow’s
Long drive home.

This drive,
And each after
Lead me each day,
Closer to you.
I love this post as well as the photo. Thank you for sharing.
 
What the world couldn’t know about me is…

written in small books
kept on hips
warn as scars
flushed down toilets
eaten on the side
pulsing through arteries
picked off trees
carved out of mountains
wrapped in a wish
hungering for more
folded in half
stepped on repeatedly
forgotten in a drawer
driven past
too much to remember
too little to hold onto
burnt up by the sun
protected by a knight
sweetened into a tea
lusted after
known by my Love
edited for consumption
honed by warriors
forged into weapons
used as armor
fought for with everything
left in the dust
still being excavated
 
What the world couldn’t know about me is…

written in small books
kept on hips
warn as scars
flushed down toilets
eaten on the side
pulsing through arteries
picked off trees
carved out of mountains
wrapped in a wish
hungering for more
folded in half
stepped on repeatedly
forgotten in a drawer
driven past
too much to remember
too little to hold onto
burnt up by the sun
protected by a knight
sweetened into a tea
lusted after
known by my Love
edited for consumption
honed by warriors
forged into weapons
used as armor
fought for with everything
left in the dust
still being excavated
Beautiful poem!


Love,
Thom
 
Land Mover

I dig you
He said
Creating craters
On the surface of a moon
Where such beauty
Doesn’t compare

I dig you too
She replied
In her head
Where she’s formed peaks
Of words and hope
Shoveling constantly
 

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Land Mover

I dig you
He said
Creating craters
On the surface of a moon
Where such beauty
Doesn’t compare

I dig you too
She replied
In her head
Where she’s formed peaks
Of words and hope
Shoveling constantly
Oh my lovely Moochie, I cannoth fathom how time and time again you manage to combine such wonderfull words with such tantalising pictures. Ilove it, I love it, I love it. And I love this! I want to sit at your feet and look up at you while you recite your work... I want to carress the woman who makes such wonderful art and thank her for sharing...

it is perfection
Love,

Thom
 
Land Mover

I dig you
He said
Creating craters
On the surface of a moon
Where such beauty
Doesn’t compare

I dig you too
She replied
In her head
Where she’s formed peaks
Of words and hope
Shoveling constantly
You would move the earth for me. 💋
 
Oh my lovely Moochie, I cannoth fathom how time and time again you manage to combine such wonderfull words with such tantalising pictures. Ilove it, I love it, I love it. And I love this! I want to sit at your feet and look up at you while you recite your work... I want to carress the woman who makes such wonderful art and thank her for sharing...

it is perfection
Love,

Thom

If only I could embody this woman you wish for yourself… that I were as strong, empowered, or beautiful as you have in your thoughts… thank you, Thom. 🌷

You would move the earth for me. 💋

Or will you move the earth for me, sweet Todger? 💜
 
If only I could embody this woman you wish for yourself… that I were as strong, empowered, or beautiful as you have in your thoughts… thank you, Thom. 🌷



Or will you move the earth for me, sweet Todger? 💜
It was never my intention to put you in the role of someone your not, I apologise for that. I would rather just have you be the person you are. Because I may have gone a bit overboard with my previous reply, You  are the person who wrote these words, and mad those pictures. And that is enough!

love,

Thom
 
It was never my intention to put you in the role of someone your not, I apologise for that. I would rather just have you be the person you are. Because I may have gone a bit overboard with my previous reply, You  are the person who wrote these words, and mad those pictures. And that is enough!

love,

Thom

You’re very kind. Thank you. 🌷
 
Sun

I’ve been outside
This box of mine -
The nighttime
Has held me close,
Unwavering
In it’s tug.

I won’t let it go,
This box of mine -
I cling to 2am as my time
To be most alert,
Most ready
To be overwhelmed.

Sunglasses worn,
My drive home -
I place them back
Into their cubby,
Ready for tomorrow’s
Long drive home.

This drive,
And each after
Lead me each day,
Closer to you.
Love every word of this!!! :heart::heart::heart:
 
Land Mover

I dig you
He said
Creating craters
On the surface of a moon
Where such beauty
Doesn’t compare

I dig you too
She replied
In her head
Where she’s formed peaks
Of words and hope
Shoveling constantly
“Land Mover” sounds like a kenning. I love it: so evocative. It can mean so much.
 
Love every word of this!!! :heart::heart::heart:

Ha! Glad you do. I was told I was very vague in that one (especially at the beginning), but admittedly, I am always a bit unclear in my writing. It’s purposeful- makes it conform to the reader better. 🌷

“Land Mover” sounds like a kenning. I love it: so evocative. It can mean so much.

It absolutely was meant to be a kenning! Happy to hear you enjoyed it. 🌷
 
Half empty

It is a nagging
Deep in my bones
About yes or no
And why or how
The questions swirl
And I have no answers

It’s not okay
When the thoughts
Slip away
With the pieces
Of beloved memories
Like sands through a glass

It’s falling slowly
This and one more
But not until later
I can do that
I can do anything
For days
For hours
For minutes
For ever
If it means soon
 

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Half empty

It is a nagging
Deep in my bones
About yes or no
And why or how
The questions swirl
And I have no answers

It’s not okay
When the thoughts
Slip away
With the pieces
Of beloved memories
Like sands through a glass

It’s falling slowly
This and one more
But not until later
I can do that
I can do anything
For days
For hours
For minutes
For ever
If it means soon
You are Beautiful with a even more Beautiful soul. :)
 
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