Can you believe it’s been a year since you last donned the crisp white shirt?
Out on Mondays, in on Saturdays; it was a schedule we seemingly got used to
Now it’s time to train ourselves for this agenda once more
Seeing you in the shirt, though, is definitely a thing I love
Epaulets, wings, your flight kit in tow;  you are the pilot who flies circles around my heart, &
Nothing can top that feeling, in the depths of my belly, when you return to me
That being said, I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home

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I incorporated “Consent” into my writing,  for 100 Words, a little differently this time.   I was inspired to do it like this because when Michael talked to the chief pilot about taking on this new job he told him that he’d have to talk to me about it before taking it.  I—of course—gave him my wholehearted consent.  I’m excited about Michael’s new job.  I wish him the best, vowing to always be waiting in the wings, beaming with pride.     This past year’s been difficult, but it’s also been a blessing.    I love you, Michael.  Full throttle, baby.

100 Words

Spring having sprung,
I was driven by a blossoming Central Park in a big, black Denali.
Later my stripe-socked feet,
one in front of the other, leisurely stepped in,
My camera, with its vintage camera strap, in hand.
I watched children bellow with laughter,
Fingers dripping of sweetness,
Imploring their mother to take them to the playground.
I spotted young couples on benches, their eyes wide with love,
And comfortable pairs reading from the same newspaper.
The air swirled around a mix of city and scape.
There was a promise whispered to me,
New York City,
She is a tease.

100 Words

One of the few people that I’ve never felt judged me was my Grandfather, my Dedo.  The others–my mother, my father, my grandmother, many other faceless, insignificant people–brought forth this feeling in me that, in recent years, has turned to resentment.   I resent being judged.  I resent being nervous about how they see me.  I resent not having luscious, super-good feelings.  I resent not being respected.

That’s what it boils down to:  To give respect, you have to give respect. {He respects me, and I respect him.}

I’m not that naïve girl anymore.

No–

I will not be walked on.

{100 Words}

The lights are off–
Can you turn them back on, please?
I do not like when they are off;
It’s dark and I can’t see.

Did I turn them off on myself?
I really cannot recall.
Things are a blur
This is why, I may stumble and I may fall.

Flick the switch back, I say.
I really need them on;
To see what lies ahead of me,
Where I am naturally drawn.

The lights now off, I have to ask
Can I please turn them back on.

Surely I will see more clear and
Effectively backtrack somehow?

-Mishelle O. Lane
3.23.09

100 Words
Velvet Verbosity