Decadent

dec·a·dent
ˈdekəd(ə)nt
 
a person who is luxuriously self-indulgent.
How I felt waking this morning smack dab in the middle of my king size bed, surrounded by a mass of pillows and curled beneath my comforter.
Who says real people cannot be the Queen of their very own castle?
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That little voice

I am shedding. Very badly. Not sure why I am losing so much hair.

As I am staring at the pile of hair on the bed (really only a few strands) that voice that whispers these thoughts to me said:

Be thankful that it is your own hair. I was afraid I had left some behind as I stood over your sleeping body last night.

Joy

***Picture is mine taken August 29/17***

What should I do

when I see you?

For in your embrace I have found

warmth and delight,

a home which I hold onto so tight

for finally can I believe in love.

In sunshine and dance steps

on the flat of the beach

as warm water nibbles at our toes.

In laughter and desire

all rolled into one

as we cuddle before the fire.

Finally,

I can release the darkness

that forever I have carried

and embrace the joy that I have found.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 24/17

Perfect Hole

Have you ever looked at your arm/vein after having blood taken?

I am a weirdo and I hate when they force me to get a bandaid after blood being taken. I don’t like ripping the bandaid off. Leftover trauma from childhood.

Recently had blood taken, tech did not press bandaid on me after I refused it. I walked along the hallway, holding my arm out to my girl friend.

There was a perfectly round hole. Perfect. I had never seen it before due to the bandaids but now I could.

And it was beautiful.

 

 

The Bird who likes to Poo

T has taken an interest in my poetry. While hanging out with Auntie K on Wednesday before his doctor appointment, they created this brilliant piece of work. I however may be a tad biased.

I met a bird named Blue

He took a poo.

And than he flew

And took a poo.

Than Blue knew

He took too many poos.

©T Doerksen

May 29/17

The Mad King

Whatever could he want?

The Mad King screaming your name

from the rooftops.

Whatever could he want?

The Mad King peering in windows

and knocking on doors.

Whatever could he want?

This King who has no realm

only dirty dreams and ashes

bitter tastes all

within his mouth.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17