Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns

O-2--------- 125 words

Dreams

Dreams reign in underhanded ways
inside the cavernous structure
of mind's geography, where salt
and water create a bottomless ocean
on which a frolicsome zephyr
can cause artistic wrinkles;
so, waves,
bobbing and weaving,
can come back from the depths
to bond with the sand
and craft a poetry of tides.


~I rhyme when I'm silly.~

Defense

Yesterday, feeling as heavy and gross as a ton,
my toes hit the pavement for a ten-feet run.
Some blisters, chronic cough, asthma on cue,
I rely on hubby's rapid relief and rescue.

I do not gravitate to “No pain, no gain,”
my defense rests smugly in “No pain, no pain.”
Exercise sits inside a dusty videotape;
you see, I'm already in shape. Isn’t “round” a shape?