Tickled Pink

Tickled Pink is of course about June.  It captured a moment of appreciation for one of the many little things that I so adore about her.  Everyone should be loved like this 🙂


Tickled Pink

I love the lightness of your air
It leaves me tickled pink
I love the way you sit yourself beside me
When I’ve just sat down, just to think

I come in from the wind
My hair a wild mess
You comb it with your fingers
With that smile you smile--happiness?

It’s that same smile I see
When I compliment your dress
When we dance in the backyard
What it really means I can only guess

The years go by
Our lives recorded in memory’s ink
It’s not that you love me, it’s how you do it
That leaves me tickled pink

More Than Enough

We really are being programmed by mass media.  Don't panic now, this is not a conspiracy theory post or rant.  It's just an acknowledgement of how bombarded we are to acquire stuff.  Tech companies have us on constant and continuous upgrade cycles.  Shopping whether online or brick and mortar has been raised to a sport.  And of course, this is nothing new.  It's been going on for several generations and started with the Baby Boomers.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not an ascetic, and I don't espouse living as one.  I like a nice place to live, good food to eat and yes, I have an iPhone, Ipad, laptop, a big screen tv, yada, yada, yada.  But enough is enough.  I get tired of the constant pitch.  Don't you?  It seems the only way to turn it off is to literally, turn it off.  Not a bad idea from time to time.  The poem More is my lament to modern living.



We have so much
So much more than we need
We need so much less than we have
We have more than we want
We want what we are fed
We are fed lies
Lies that tell us we need more