Thursday, March 31, 2005

The Tatooed Girl

I'm in love with the tatooed girl.
She stands in front of me,
waiting for coffee.
From beneath the neck
of her faded t-shirt
yellow bellflowers bloom.
The petals of a pink cornflower
peak from under her collar.
She reaches for her coffee
and reveals
a giant bumblebee sipping nectar
off her shoulder blade.
She's small and unassuming.
I believe she cuts her own hair.
She has the delicate features of a child
but the impatient look of someone
wanting to be somewhere else.
She doesn't smile at all,
not even a secretive glint
to hint at the garden
that grows on her back.

Welcome to Karen's Whimsy Web Log

I have been wanting to get on the "blog bandwagon" for some time now, but there always seems to be something else to do. The past few times when I came here for a visit I couldn't figure out how to post anything. Turns out, since I was using Safari with my mac, all of the editing features were disabled. No wonder I couldnt' tell what the heck was going on! Ah . . . we long suffering mac addicts sure have it rough some times. ....[Continued on Artful Journey, my new blog.]