Poetry Thursday "Costly"

Here is my attempt at the requested Poetry Thursday villanelle. Although I cheated on the last line! Only because it just seemed much better!

Costly

Your love is way too costly dear

impulse, the subordinate corpse

in limbo, I amble, alone in fear

Nothing can change, if nothing changes

inadequate the tireless rearranges
Your love is way too costly dear

A course of words remain unspoken
Shirked the shambles of a promise broken
In limbo, I amble alone in fear

Looming defeat, goads vacant stare
Awaiting answers of savoir faire
Your love is way too costly dear

Alit and frantic I ponder solution
My mind swims a mire of delusion
In limbo I amble alone in fear

Astute senses emerge keener
Dolce ascends my false demeanor
Your love is way too costly dear
Culpable Conclusion, near, I fear

Poetry Thursday "Among us"

I created this mug and plate for a fellow as a shower gift!

My poem for poetry Thursday only skims the surface of an issue dear to my heart. In the near future I will delve into the havoc it causes families!

There was no time to participate in the guerilla poetry this week. Although I think it could be a grand idea, with more time and thought behind it!

Among Us

Concealed in daily living
Unnoticed by the naked eye
Sprinkled amongst friends
Family and associates
Blemished personality
Quiet, unassuming
Passive aggressive
Introverted, inconspicuous
Devotion masks obsession
Fascination kindles adoration
Gifts mask bribery
Peace embodies gloom
Obstinacy tempts damnation
Afflicted agitation
Rouses rants, rages
And Retribution
Undiagnosed
Mental illness
Prevails

My Painted Mugs

Here are the mugs I painted a few days ago! The blue is for my friend’s birthday, the color is more brilliant in person. It was my first attempt, along with the plate. I bought one extra mug incase I screwed Laura’s up. I was so excited that I had to make myself one too! The teal background is actually quite a bit darker in person. I’m sure I have many improvements to come on these. I came up to the loft for a break because the odor as they bake is unbearable, and made me vomit. I just wasn’t prepared for such an odor! Bryan says they smell like a school art room, or burnt play doe; I say they smell like rotten fish cooking! Either way I can not be near it. I’m sure glad Peppers not around, she’d be freaking out. She’s hyper sensitive to smells as I was at her age. Since I had my nose pierced on my fortieth birthday I haven’t had hay fever or sensitivity to smells like I used to. This is something else though. Hope it’s gone by tonight. I am burning incense to help it along. Did you know that our sensitivity to smell is elevated during baby bearing years? Apparently so we can protect our young from danger. Anyway bottom line, the paint stinks while it’s baking. I’m hooked on doing these. Watch for more to come!