Coming Clean

Yesterday, I went to town to do some shopping. Living "out" like we do, it's a big deal to go to town - and being a reluctant shopper in the best of cases, it's ALWAYS a big deal for me to go shopping.

I got home, excited to have it all over with about my purchases. Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with "when was the last time you took a bath?" from the husband! Being the cheery person that I am, I glared at him and shouted said "this morning ... WHY???".

He then proceeded to tell me that I had fleas. That I had, in fact, left some in the bathtub.

I will tell you at this point - our dawg had a flea issue recently.  HAD.  As in they are nowhere to be seen now. Except, according to the man of the house, I have them.  Hmmmm ... I imagined all sorts of strange scenarios, possible diseases, news crews, large royalty checks stemming from the tale of the woman from Rapidan, VA who had fleas ... until I remembered that PEOPLE don't have flea infestations.

THEN I bent over ... and felt of the small brownish-black dots in the bottom of the bathtub ... yeah. It felt familiar, alright. And the culprit was sitting on the side of the tub ...

My wonderful loofah body scrub ... do those specks look like another picture on here??

So while the country wife in Rapidan, VA and her husband won't be getting a nice chunk of money from story royalties, at least I don't have fleas.

doors

to take my heart and slam it hard
shows what it's worth to you
and all those tasteless words you said
well, you just can't un-do

but just beneath the dirty doors
you'll see it's now alive
the pain is gone and though i cry
my heart and soul are wise ...

when you decide to call again
and hear that ring that will not end
well, maybe you can just pretend ~
you dialed the numbers wrong.

© Debbie Finlay

fantasy

joy ~ with thin strips of pain
when my lover calls my name
hold me close but stay away
and leave my heart alone

sunshine filled with shadowed clouds
my heart is no longer proud
i scream your name but not out loud
since your time is not mine

if i go or if you stay
silent in this deadly game
will smiling take away the pain
or hide it from the truth ...

a truth that we no longer see
because it's mixed with fantasy
and what's left now is disbelief
in things that were not there.

© Debbie Finlay

truth

the whole world seems to be so blind
when justice is a dollar sign
and lies that flow through evil lips
do not speak the truth ~

when it's our gods that will collide
take your side and i will keep mine
while we both have solid proof
that neither should be here ~

the lines that you so loosely speak
will soon be met with disbelief
by those you had hoped to sway
to see things as you do ~

so while you're on that downward slide
falling hard on all those lies
and no one stops to lend a hand ...
you'll know they've found the truth.

© Debbie Finlay

instead

would the colors change
or the song remain the same
if we started long ago
and did not know what we know ...

would grass be a brighter green
if not for the mess between
if truth were to be told
would we still be getting old ...

would you be a better you
without my deep dark shades of blue
if those words had not been said
would you be here now instead?

© Debbie Finlay