open and close

pieces of me collected

kept to be inspected

a brisk open here

a sharp close there

a considerable present

keeping even more pleasant

bits of half hearted desires

for which

there is always a lot of room

by which

there is a bit less gloom

by the putting in of this

by the taking out of that

Soft and fluffy

A little bit limpy

You've been there for me

and kept me company

At my lowest

you've witnessed my tears

Of my heartaches and fears

At my happiest

i can't help but hug you

You muffle my screams

When my excitements came rushing through

In my nightmares

I find comfort in you

You help me dream and escape this world too

And when i'm angry, frustrated and hurt

You take all the pain

Accepted my punches and let me squish you

My fingers grip it with ease

Greeting it like a fond acquaintance

My chaotic mind is at peace

It rips open the twisted barbed fence

That traps the creativity in my head.

Send it over to the other

It turns into an alien

Fumbling fingers falter

And switch it back again.

I run it over a page, ever so slow

The sharp tip glides like a sled

In a white blanket of soft snow

Leaving behind cool trails

Quickly drying in seconds

Stubborn marks, one fails

To rub away the elegance

Recorded for all of posterity

To cherish and relish

Or deem it a victim of mockery

Only hope, the pages don't perish.

When I walk in the house

I see you

Standing proud and tall

You turn from left to right

And welcome me home

With a cool embrace

And a chilling kiss

Your black, slender,

Oh so slender body is

What I'll always see.

On the tips of four legs

You bring me comfort

Like a lullaby

I hear your song

And I rest in peace.

(my apologies if I'm breaking the "no visual descriptions" rule, but I hope you'll forgive my creative freedom because it was kind of funny how it happened)

Without my eyes, I cannot see;

the colors found with-in my reality.

Without my eyes, I can still envision;

with senses beyond the visual spectrum.

Blind-folded reach, around the room,

to find something cool, out of the blue.

Feel it slide, when my hand collides,

and with a slight shift, it's in my grip.

In using sensitive fingertips and palms,

fingernails too, to produce some sounds,

I can hear the ridges, as much as feel them,

reaching the end and trying to orient it.

One side feels flat, but scratched,

and roughly square in total area;

so, I set it in one palm and felt around,

only to feel so many curves abound.

One side felt a lot busier to me,

and I dubbed it the front, assumptively;

especially since the 'back' had wings,

exactly symmetrical long-curvy trimmings.

Bringing it so close to my face it tickles,

I notice it smells a lot like dill pickles;

but then remember, I'd made dill relish,

and continued with my sensory indulgence.

Stuck my tongue out, to curiously taste it,

wondering a moment, if it had been dusted,

and found it only tasted like it's been salted;

got caught in the act, but who could be faulted?

(try explaining that one...)

Moving on, I went back to feeling the object,

and followed a long curved 'head' like a serpent,

with a ribbed underbelly and a mouth wide-open;

what the hell is this thing that I'm holding?!

A tiny, pudgy angel in a way-over-sized hooded robe,

holding some kind of bouquet at the end of one arm,

and some sort of toothless snake coming out of it's head;

oh, wait, I know what this is, it's my little lucky elephant!

- M.E.

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