Between spaces

My eyes are drawn to the beauty

caught between the spaces

places where life moves through

tenacious and greedy for the beyond.

Gardenia blossoms now faded and gone

leaving behind their simple green

a reminder of new things to come

blooms of the future await.

Life moves like this at times for me

reaching for an available view

sometimes seeming so far from reach

but smile as I turn to see yesterday behind me

and a tomorrow that will be brand new

waiting in the space where I seek

all that I need.

Well do ya?

With weight loss we find old shorts fall down

don’t want to be out looking like a clown

in baggy pants ’cause now there’s no ass

now what’s a girl to do?

I found a pair at a local store

and tried them on two sizes less than norm

and waited for the magic in the mirror

to find a new butt in back of there.

But I was sad to find it wasn’t to be

there’s still no ass to show off for me

’cause once it’s gone it ain’t coming back

but at least I’m no longer showing off the crack.

Perhaps I should eat some peanut butter

or an entire container of fluffnutter

or a stick or two of Land O’Lakes

cause butter would make my butt look better.

Too many B’s for this girl to take

I’m sorry for this humor I make

I’m just jealous of those who have great curves

as I stand here with my flapjack tush

waiting for the better butt to be found

sorry folks, It’s still not round.

Just a little Wednesday hump day humor and thought I’d show off all I’m gonna show off of my new shorts. They were the only ones I could find in pine (olive color) as the other ones are falling off of me and covered with paint. Thanks for enjoying, and sorry I said the A word. Peace and desperately searching for it still.