the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

I sat in an aqua-green booth, eating a hamburger, fries and milkshake, when a tiny little old lady walked in and sat at the counter. She was obviously a regular, as every waitress knew her name and what she liked.
"So what's new in your life, Alice?" asked the waitress as she poured a cup of coffee.
"Well, dear, I got a new pair of glasses, and I'm hearing so much better now!" exclaimed the lady. The waitress looked taken back, and fumbled for a reply.
"Wow! What a good feeling!" she said at last.
"Yes, it is a relief." assured the lady, and went on to discuss her lawn.

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