afternoon drifting, bows, and flower seeds

Hello peaches.  Like the wind, you've caught me in a mood. ((A mood of unfortunate bringing.))
Yesterday,    I pressed words into the draft of this post. Today, all of my words disappeared.
Now, I must scramble time, and keyboard dancing to rewrite.   

  Among blue birds, red pandas, and bearded boys, there are two other things I love.    Jelly Beans and bows. How could something, not much bigger than a pumpkin seed,  hold so much toothsome treasure?  When I first met the Jelly Bean, I thought awful thoughts.  How could someone eat this? I thought they looked funny, and if I was going to eat something reminiscent of a seedling, I'd want it plucked from my Garden.

Then, last Autumn, the Ma brought a bucket of jelly beans for me.   I jumped into the river of jelly beans. I chewed them slowly, as they played with the buds of my tongue.   Forever now, Jelly Beans are beloved.

The sun has been drawing teeth, honeyed glows, and flushed cheeks.  Yesterday, I fell eye shut to the grass underneath the may tree. As my body's attic searched for pots of golds, and pipe dreams,  I felt myself drifting. As if I was captain to a gentle boat, on a gentle sea. I drifted beneath the golden ray.

Sleeping beneath flower trees, and splendor of light, is as beautiful as poetry. As calming as spiced lemon tea. That is, until, the electricity of the sun bends your pale skin, and colors your body red.  The charms of the sun are meant to be tickled when wearing sun screen.  To my shame,  I woke beneath the may tree, with lobster glow. It was as if I leaped from the boat, and became an animal from the sea.  Fingers crossed for chestnut hues to take away the burn.  ^.^  

The day is busy, like the honey bee, and the Breeze is throwing my hair in tangles.  The world is beautiful. I must travel to the store, buy myself soda,  and spend the day marrying thoughts of mirth.

Because I am humming, and oatmeal's on the stove, I'll leave you with the poetry of my week.. 

naked as a flower\ when petals press into bark\ its morning in the may field\ the worlds no longer dark
naked as a flower/ when birds taste the pumpkin seed\ the day is lit in peach glow\ let us follow natures lead*

a better poet/ when the summer dances/ on my porch yard/ blooms of red\ yellow bold\ trees alive\ sun is gold*

sunlight pawning\ the shelter shade\tricks the lips/ into thinking\the world is always lending love*

fresh farm berries/trick the throat\ into thinking/love exists/across the pond/I will get there\it won't take long*

the loop on the stem~ drew me to you~ brought me to fairies~ where the water runs blue*

banjo boy|come play with my ears| let me plot a plate|for growing flowers|let me kiss you|through the milk moon hours*

like honey teeth| dream of me| happily happy| beside the oak tree*  

 

Sweet hugs,
and wishes for my Pa's birthday. xx ((Happy Birthday silly cat))

what i wore

black maxi dress- forever 21 $13
bow- claires $1
pink bow- vintage $8
white faux fur vest- china town $12
shoes- value village $12

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