The Perfect Moment

I have been neglecting you, dear blog. Apologize, I do (my son is really into Star Wars right now:) ). But, it is a new month, a new day! I will be spending the month of May sharing my "perfect moment" of each day. By perfect moment, I mean--the times when the world stops turning for a brief second, long enough for you to see yourself and everything around you more fully and in silent stillness, the beauty in your life comes into focus and you experience the most profound sense of thankfulness.

Today's moment...

My son and I, after having a picnic on the City Hall lawn across the street, lying down on the grass, looking up at the sky, watching a weakened Santa Ana wind make the trees around us gracefully dance from side-to-side. The look of pure delight on my son's face accompanied by his gleeful giggle was reminiscent of the one he would send forth forcefully when he was still not yet able to talk, but was teeming with a desperate desire to communicate his excitement over newfound discoveries. Seeing him so genuinely happy, by something some may think so simple, made my heart swell.

Work of Art

Cotton candy-tinted tens
Glitter-specked cheeks
Tresses drenched in toxic fumes
And across her lips? a plastic, painted smile

You went to the school where they taught that if you paint a pretty portrait you can call it art
But art is not the perspective lines on the paper, its the perspective that lies in the painter
Hollow, empty, without soul
No one can feel you when you've encased your body in a shroud of shellack
Oh, how you lack
The understanding of the beauty of real

Barbie queen, instead become a stripper, and strip your skin's dead layers of empty vanity
Get back the core, the woman you were before they sold you on the lie that she was not enough
When you find her once again it will be clear to you that she is lovelier than you remembered
Her mind still strong, and her heart still tender
Because even though she's been buried, with decay and death determined to destroy her
They could not touch her
She would not let them, for she knew that you would come back for her one day
When, both, youth and men went away
And you were left hanging alone in a museum of art that never did sell