On a quiet night under the sun

Here's an old poem Dodger and I wrote together when we were in high school. I think it's incomplete, but I'm still going to post it here for posterity.

On a quiet night under the sun
I met a talking frog and had some fun
I rode on his back to a candy flavored stream,
saw an upwards waterfall,
and then had the greatest dream

The frog said “you could be like me if you tried”
“Come on” he said and then he flied
So without thinking I leaped from his back
and landed on the moon
“Blue cheese” I yelled and the frog jumped, too

We ate and ate of the moon’s delight
Oh man, it was such a sight
We ate and ate ‘till we could eat no more
We ate so much, we couldn’t get out the door

“What shall we do?” the frog exclaimed
“I know” I said “We shall play a game”
“Which one?” the frog said
“Let’s play the one where we pretend we’re dead” I said

“Oh, that sounds like fun” the frog yelled “What do we do?”
“Well” I said “Just do what I do and you’ll be cool, too”

You

Should I be impressed

at your level of

disrespect

You told me

you'd support me

Now you just

abort me

(I found this snippet of a poem while going through old paper journals in January 2023. I posted it here for posterity. I don't know the exact date. However, there are a few clues to me that I wrote this sometime in 2014.)

April is National Poetry Month and a Poem {Sick for You}

I used to write poetry a lot in my high school and early adulthood years.  Since April is National Poetry Month, I think I'll take this as a catalyst to work on reading poetry, writing some new poetry, and posting some old ones.

Here's one of my favorites from my past...

Sick for you

On my way to another day of dying

Join me on my journey to wonderland

Where we can run free

and dance to our wild dreams

And be lovers forever in a bottle of wax

And drown in the knowledge of our skinless souls

mixing together like sand

Come with me and we will be free

Just like we used to be

When our love was so easy and we could just be

When 'you and me' were happy being 'we'

© 1994 L. J. Lowe

Last Day of Summer

I stuck my head out the door for a brief moment this afternoon and welcomed the warm breeze on my face. I, for a moment, thought it might be nice to hang out on the porch on our last day of truly summer temperatures. So, I got changed out of my PJ's and went outside. I grabbed my camera on the way out.

Once outside I swept the porch of the few dried leaves it's been collecting all week and cobwebs that have been left behind. I took a few shots of the one lone flower left on our property. Totally fitting that it should be a flower from a weed growing out of our junk pile. All of the other flowers have long since bloomed and gone.

I took a picture of the end-of-summer flower garden. It's Dancer's project and it always starts out the season well weeded and trimmed but by the end it's wild and over-grown. I really like the natural progression of it every year. Human's go through the same cycle's of being "well-weeded" and "trimmed" to wild and "over-grown." Why do we fight this cycle?

After all of that, I thought better of my desire to spend any more time outside. Even though it's quite breezy out today, it's still hot and I have too much housework to do inside.

Wild summer breeze
warms my core.
It is fleeting,
I know.
Seasons change,
time moves on.
I won't hold on too tightly,
I might miss all the new.
- L. J. Lowe

Sweet Sister

Sweet sister of mine
So many shared memories
We've been to the moon and back

I love you to pieces

We're so far away
Yet you're always near in my heart

You're the only one who get me
The only one who truly cares

what crazy, wild thoughts

run through my head

You're my truest, dearest friend
Never afraid to tell me like it is
We've got history
So many shared memories
You mean the world to me

Escape

My escape has become my prison

We came together to escape together

Now we're trying to escape from each other

(I found this snippet of a poem while going through old paper journals. I posted it here for posterity.)

With You

forever in my dreams

I can truly say

I only want to be

with you

You are my happy

my sad

my laughter

and anger

no matter moment

to moment

day to day

forever - with you

I am

I am

small

blond

beautiful

tender

sensitive

caring

fun

free

wild

smart

striving

achieving

I am

me

with no apologies

Fluttering

fluttering

my heart

to hear a sound

a sound of

your voice

a whisper

a breath

a sigh of relief

when I'm near you

you make me

smile

you make me

wonder

wonder

what if's

could be's

hmmm's

Jewels

we are

jewels in an ocean

of broken glass

Forever

blue moon of earth

bring your knowledge

to heal my wounded soul

love lasts forever

Beauty Seen

lover of my dreams

beauty

seen

wounded {poetry in motion}

did my wounded lover know

that his eyes returned true desire

I think no

I know his heart was bruised

banished love {poetry in motion}

the orchestra plays

our shadows sew dark desire

banished love waits from afar

awaiting sleep

ashes scattered {poetry in motion}

when ashes found scattered

memory's flame sear scars on my heart

frenzied fragments pulse across tempered feelings

shadows fading {poetry in motion}

a billion shadows fading

sewing precious gold into the sea

glowing rays of glass laugh desire

cracked skin {poetry in motion}

I winced as piercing eyes cracked my skin

please, I cried

my frame battered against worn edges

bitter cold

wanting {poetry in motion}

wanting her from across the waves

delicious thoughts whisper wanting

I desire your silky mind

Hiding

find me - hiding

from the pressure

of your hand

robots we've become

going - going - going

for them

working - playing

vanished

going

going

gone

Slither

snake slithers down

my skin - on fire

reckless life - breathes

with passion - wild abandon

my soul - searching

never - settling

never