the skin of her thighs billowing behind her
undulating, up down, up down, up, down
One foot forward, mechanically
in total opposition of the gracefully flowing
fat cells unseen in polite society
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
So Says Art April 19, 2010
Have you ever noticed that in paintings it is only the
women who are allowed to lounge about in bathtubs
listening to the siren call of the robin from the tree
near their window?
Men are forced to flex their muscles in awkward
poses never finding repose unless fishing by a stream
which is not all too relaxing for they are cursed into
the temperature of the air or the freeze of the mountain
water and are often thrown from one to the next.
Women chose their leisure sudsing in bubbles up to
their chin, flower petals floating on the surface.
Or, so says art.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
beneath my eyelids April 16, 2010
wispy tendrils reach down and stroke my hair with
sunbeams that curl around my body like the smooth
warmth of a cat intent on sleeping and i think that if I
listen hard enough that i can hear the low thunder of
the ocean just as i can feel its cool breeze and smell its
salty air that might just be the mist of my tears that are
drying upon my face in the perfect morning by my
window
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
To Type Life April 15, 2010
Sunshine bathes the earth in a fresh new splendor
God's love shown in an untold wonder.
It reaches down with fingertips golden
Making the stories of people's lives bolden.
This natural italicization of breathing
As warmth accentuates the desirous reaching
Of people who underline those things worth seeking
Filling bleeding hearts until they stop leaking.
They change the font of their lives to match their redeemer
Struggling with the mark of the times.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
Sun in the sky April 12, 2010
child, don’t you cry
I’ve got a new song for you.
I know what you’ve been through
and I know that he’s seen through
those blank stares
but he didn’t care.
I’ve seen your pain
I’ve felt the stain
it’s made across your heart.
He left you bare and unprepared
to face the morrow on your own.
But don’t run away, don’t fall astray
stand up on shaky knees
and seize the day
make a change
run the range
you’re a fighter
don’t fall down.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
lullaby life April 10, 2010
I sing of everyday things
of baby’s cry on aaaaaaaaaaaaaand on aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa n d aaaaaon aaaaaaaaathrough the night
of mamas and papas bent double
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand little chidlins dabbling in trouble
I sing of pine-cones hit the earth
of daisy chains where mischief reigns on elementary playgrounds
mud pies made of summer sighs
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand just a little bit of spit
I sing of sun parched clouds
and goldenrod sandy down dunes
and little old men who drink their prunes
aaaaaaaaaaaaafrom a glass.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
reliance
what power the hand
that wipes a single tear will
hold from that day on
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
The limerick award and more! April 9, 2010
Wow! Thank you so much Jingle! I really appreciate how much time
you put into promoting others and encouraging
their blogs and poetry! Please keep
it up!
The Spotlight Award!
The spotlight award from noha!
Thank you so much! It has taken me a while to get around to posting this
and for that I apologize! Thank you so very much for
the award!
Rules, simple pass it to three (3) cute or beautiful blogger and let them know by commenting.
I pass the award to (3) cute new bloggers from me:
and
~I hope you enjoy this award~
Mr. Mrs. April 8, 2010
Once there was a Mr.
And a little Mrs.
And she was gone he mr.
And when he left she mrs.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
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