Bleeding Hearts 2

He found her crumpled and discarded
Just waiting
As though for a strong gust
To sweep her away
Or for a lighted match
To consume her

 He found her curious and compelling
And perfect
As if constructed from
His own missing parts
Or bits of brightly colored
Broken glass

 She was dissonance and eloquence
Surrounded by crimson velvet cords
And flashing yellow lights
Yet he reached out one wishful hand
Until, fiercely, she withdrew
A frightened anemone

 Too soon the words formed in his mouth
And would not remain hidden from her ear
She swatted at the syllables, though he longed
To capture them like fireflies in a jar
To marvel at how they sparkled:
    —I care for you.

 She wept:  “I’m damaged. I’m incomplete.
What do you want from me?”
   —I’ll take what I can get.
She dared:  “You’ll take what I give you!”
   –Whatever you give me– I’ll take it.
A promise was made

 He kept his eyes down and his hours busy
Just smiling
At how the sidewalk cracks
Led straight to her door
And how his morning coffee
Was dark like her voice

She trembled; he dreamed of the time she would
Tremble around him
So mercurial; she was silvery slick
And always changing
But true to his promise
He remained steadfast

Through days that pulsed with her heartbeat
And nights haunted by her ghosts
He breathed it all in
Watched her eyes for angels
Until there in the tickling grass
She rested her head on his shoulder




English: Paddington Bear at Paddington Station


With his hat and a kiss from Aunt Lu
He arrived from the Darkest Peru
Proper Paddington Bear
Had a “special hard stare”
That would wilt Rupert, Fozzie, or Pooh.


Note:  A friend challenged me to write limericks for as many different countries as I could.  Challenge accepted.  Read the whole series, make suggestions and cheer me on here.

OBESTIALITY – a poem about being fat

Obesity Campaign Poster

Obesity Campaign Poster (Photo credit: Pressbound)

Such a conundrum.
Such a pretty face.
Such character, such charm;
But oh,  such a shame.

A figure defined
In figures of speech:
Big as a house,
Looks like a cow.

The lady adjacent
Conceals her eyes
But not her disgust,
Afraid of contagion,

As though my rounded knee
Might infect her muscled one
As though I’m a virus,
As though I’m a disease.

I offend by requiring
More space than I’m allowed,
More space than I deserve,
And offer recompense

With a blitheness of spirit,
A lightness of humor,
A hope to sow comfort
Where judgment might take root.

Faced with a mirror
I conceal my eyes
But not my sadness,
Afraid I’m lost forever–

A fragile heart pumping
Deep inside a flesh cocoon;
Protection and rejection
In layers spread with loathing.

Just do it, I tell myself,
As though it were just that easy,
As the woman entombed within
Begs not to be forgotten.

Such a puzzlement.
Such perplexity.
Such a pleasant girl,
But still, such a waste.



Inspired by The Daily Post 4/14/13: The Satisfaction of a List

Cheaper Than Therapy:

We Pennsylvanians have a rather tenuous grasp on weather, that is to say we’re not exactly meteorologically savvy.  At daybreak every February 2nd, we gather by the thousands at a knoll in Punxsutawney–warmed by nothing more than beer and stupidity—and wait for a groundhog (also known as a woodchuck, a whistle-pig, or a land beaver) to announce that winter is over. We pass the next six weeks nursing our hangovers, lopping off frostbitten fingers, and cursing the animal for misleading us.

So deeply committed are we to our belief in animals as harbingers of weather events, we continue to do so straight through March. You know that saying if March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb? In Pennsylvania, that’s science we can get behind!

This year March came to Pennsylvania roaring like a lion—snow, freezing rain, blustering winds, the whole deal. But even if…

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As a little girl, I loved the fable of the town mouse and the country mouse. I was, and remain, a country mouse from rural Pennsylvania, but I loved to visit all those town mice living in distant cities. What excitement there was to be had: museums, stores, restaurants, attractions, music, variety! How curious it was to me that, every summer, families from my little town hosted New York City children through a program that provided those town mice with what was intended to be an unforgettable week in the country, complete with fresh air, county fairs, picnics, sandlot baseball games, hiking, and wildlife fun.  Human nature being what it is, I longed for what country life seemed to lack, while those kids looked forward to seeing sights the city could not provide.

In adulthood, I realized that happiness is not tied to geography, and that living in a small town doesn’t make one a small person.  Admittedly, we country mice might not find a bistro or boutique on every corner–if that’s what one desires–but there are little treasures in unexpected places.  Yesterday, I had lunch at Six Yellow Chairs, a cafe and gift shop located in the unlikely town of Lanse, Pennsylvania.  The owners and operators are local young people with the desire to do something special right here at home–and what they’ve done is special indeed!

Six Yellow Chairs, Cafe and Gift Room in Lanse, PA

Six Yellow Chairs, Cafe and Gift Room in Lanse, PA

In Pennsylvania, the first day of spring might be sunshiny bright or gray as granite.  And since the weather served up a colorless March 20, we decided a treat was in order.  Six Yellow Chairs is situated in a renovated home/ business front; the look is quaint, and the parking is convenient.

Once inside, the inspiration for such a unique name becomes apparent.  The focal point of  the main dining area, which seats up to 30, is a large, vintage table flanked by six ornate, bright yellow chairs.

Six Yellow Chairs main dining area, with the faux fireplace decorated for spring.

Six Yellow Chairs’ main dining area, with the faux fireplace decorated for spring.

Surrounding this  table are several smaller tables, each with its own set of chairs, and draped with crisp, white linens.  The decor is friendly, artsy, and interesting, with colorful pieces that pop against white walls.  Six Yellow Chairs is clearly a labor of love, and there are surprising touches to be seen everywhere.

Another view of Six Yellow Chairs' main dining area

Another view of Six Yellow Chairs’ main dining area

There is no printed menu at Six Yellow Chairs; diners will find the day’s selections written on the chalkboard.   Chef offers two soups, two salads, two entrees, and two desserts at a time, and changes the menu regularly.  I’d suggest calling ahead to hear what’s being served up on a particular day unless, of course, you’d rather be surprised when you get there–which would be fun, too!

The menu changes regularly, and offering are written on a large chalkboard.

The menu changes regularly, and offering are written on a large chalkboard.

With St. Patrick’s Day so recently passed, Chef was preparing corned beef with buttered cabbage on garlic mashed potatoes–yummy!  But I chose the second entree: sweet potato ravioli with roasted mushrooms and bacon.  The meal was generously portioned, served quickly, and beautifully

Beautifully presented in substantial white dinnerware

Beautifully presented in substantial white dinnerware

presented in substantial white dinnerware with utensils that felt heavy–not flimsy or cheap.   It’s amazing how having the food plated this way adds value and atmosphere–not to mention a perfect display for the for the chef’s fine and colorful meals.

Sweet potato ravioli with roasted mushrooms and bacon

Sweet potato ravioli with roasted mushrooms and bacon

Although the portions were satisfying, my friend and I saved room for dessert.  On the menu was a blueberry tart and fresh apple pie with homemade maple ice cream.  It was the tart that

Blueberry tart for dessert

Blueberry tart for dessert

called out to me, a treat which tasted every bit as good as it looked.  The tart shell was tender, the blueberries vibrant, and the dollop of whipped cream with mint leaves made a perfect garnish.

After lunch, we climbed the staircase (delightfully papered with vintage sheet music) to visit the gift room, filled with an ever-changing collection of unique items provided by local artisans.  The gifts are cleverly displayed, and needless to say, different from what might be expected in more traditional small town shops.

Handmade jewelry and purses

Handmade jewelry and purses

Unique jewelry made from vintage elements

Unique jewelry made from vintage elements

Adorable stuffed bunnies

Adorable stuffed bunnies

Small handbags, so colorful and fun!

Six Yellow Chairs also offers custom floral arrangements, designed and made on the premises by the owners.  Yes, the establishment truly is a labor of love—a business, to be sure, but more:  Six Yellow Chairs is a place for those who love creativity, craftwork, aesthetics, little surprises, and a town mouse experience in a country mouse setting.

Dried flower arrangements are among the gift offerings

Dried flower arrangements are among the gift offerings

Six Yellow Chairs  Cafe/Florist/Gift Room is located at 30 Knox Run Road, Lanse, Pennsylvania.  It is currently open most days from 7:00 am to 3:00 pm, with plans to expand the menu to include dinners.  Special occasions at Six Yellow Chairs can be arranged with help from the owners.  Note:  Six Yellow Chairs depends upon word-of-mouth advertising, so visit the Facebook page and spread the good news!

The best testimony I can give is this:  I only visited Six Yellow Chairs two days ago, and I’m already planning a return trip.