Self Bloomed Rainbows

This holiday season, I am hosting flesh and bones bursting with unwanted guests. Mistress Nausea brought Sir Hurl. They arrived almost two weeks ago, accompanied by Lady Fever—an insufferable harlot who refuses to take three steps without her good-for-nothing boy toys, Dizziness and Fatigue.

And I can’t even think of throwing them out, since they are best friends with Mr. Pill, and he is the only one keeping Lord Crohn’s from puncturing my pipes and letting all sorts of crap leak who knows where. I haven’t been able to pretend that the undesirable horde is not constantly around. But most days, sipping tea and nibbling on pomegranate seeds dulls the effects of their visit a considerable bit.

When their presence gets so loud that it threatens to crack my skull, I sip on words and tell myself stories to quiet them out. Some days (nights?), I share the stories with you. And you add your bits to my bits… Our united bits say, “We aren’t alone in this. We are awesomely strong. And goodness, we are so freaking modest! In fact, our modesty can only be surpassed by our extreme hotness.”

So, there you have it, my Wicked Luvs: when my bones and gut hurt so much that I must squint to see my screen properly, I write things that make me grin. And I turn to friends who morph said grins into laughter. Then I wait for magic to happen… in the company of self bloomed rainbows.

“Bloom a Rainbow”

If winter blues
ever fray my edges,
I shall bloom
a rainbow…
and fill my-Self
with spring.
self-bloomed-rainbows

She Patched Herself

“The Patchwork Girl was magically alive… Indeed, Scraps was a general favorite… She was seldom still, but loved to dance, to turn handsprings and somersaults, to climb trees and to indulge in many other active sports.” ~ The Lost Princess of Oz, by L. Frank Baum

“She Patched Herself”

They demanded
a white dress,
their sort of proper,
their kind of slick.

She patched herself
in color-filled living,
gloved her hands in red,
crimsoned her feet.

In bright bloom
(and alive!), she cackles
and they cringe.
.

I really enjoyed coloring this lady.
There is something bright and delicious in her face,
which says, “I live for me and I love it.”
oz-she-patched-herself“The Patchwork Girl of Oz
from Worlds of Color: Welcome to Oz Adult Coloring Book
by Eric Shanower

– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Tuesday Platform)