Little Things to Think About

[lydarosa]

[lydarosa]

4/27/2026

Nothing is more real to me

Than the white rocks on the gravel road except for

Thst empty intersection illuminated by overly bright streetlights and one red light.

There's a billboard there. Advertising for a law office and an event that happened two months ago.

I prefer the gravel road crunching beneath my four dollar knock of slides I bought at the Chinese restaurant last Thursday.

Maybe I just feel more myself when I am not the reflection of everything around me. Maybe I am the reflection of the fading evening where time stands stiller than it does 10 am on a Sunday.

Maybe another truck will drive by and my dog will launch himself at me like he is auditioning for Cirque du Soleil.

Maybe my sister will get another tattoo and pretend it away until she confesses to my mother like she is seeking absolution.

Maybe I'll finally clean the kitchen, and figure out how to tuck myself away when I need a moment to be real.

And maybe- I am content with my white rocks gravel road and the Grey sky and the stillness of 7pm on a Sunday.

[lydarosa]

1/10/26

I am afraid of being seen

Hiding in my house , my curtains closed

Wishing my neighbors will drive past

without looking.

There is a deep embarrassment

That comes from being alive

A sincere mortification.

There are moments there are days that I seek out

The spotlight and center stage.

But not right now not today

My hair is not done.

I'm rumpled and stained

Lord help me overcome

This quiet, overwhelming shame

[lydarosa]

1/4/25

Sleep little star

Tucked under the great sky

The wind outside howls loud

And winter creeps in

Sleep little lamb

The twelfth night is over

The gifts have been given

And the tree taken down.

Sleep little kingling

Tomorrow starts over

A flight out of danger

And a new song is sung

#poetry

[lydarosa]

1/3/26

Crawl up under my skin

And we shall never known loneliness.

How funny to think that generations ago

Before the world was very old.

My grandmother (thousands plus)

Gave your grandmother

A morsel to eat

And your grandfather

Hunted with mine.

So now you follow me from room to room

My constant companion

And sharer of snacks

Little dog

[lydarosa]

1/2/26

Cold bites the cheek

The air is still

You run and I will walk on

The promise of a warmth further ahead

Under the pale winter sun

#poetry

[lydarosa]

1/1/26

Morning greets. The first day shines through the curtains and then slips behind a cloud , almost apologetically for the abrupt awakening. You are sleep warm and blessed. Little daughter. Go back to sleep for the year is short but the hour is long. There is a world in dreams. Today is only a moment in time and tomorrow will happen. There is no hurry yet. Patience my love.

#poetry

[lydarosa]