Smudged.
Smeared.
Still useful.
Mistakes don't define usefulness. They don't ruin the story. In fact, they often become it.

What you lookin' at?

The columbine blooms out of season,
the turtles hide their flags.
June remembers who she is,
even if the brands forget.
We plant anyway—
flowers and freedom,
both meant to last. 🏳️‍🌈🌿
#blueskypoets #pride #loveislove

In your 30s, you don’t just wake up—you reboot. Shoulder sore from sleeping wrong. Inbox already full.

But then your toddler climbs into bed, smelling like strawberries, curls up under your chin.

A reminder: not every morning needs to start fast. Some are made for lingering.

Father’s Day plan locked in after a Bluey episode:

Toddler and I are making omelets.
Giving Dad a retro Polaroid—because the best moments are small and real.

This is how memories are built: one tiny habit, one joyful mess at a time. 🍳📸

Wrote about it here:

poetizer.com/poem/1684551...

Some days I forget my promises to myself before breakfast. But still—a walk. A breath. A glass of water. The lilacs keep blooming, bold and soft, without apology. So I do too. not perfectly. Just again. #poetry #keepgoing #lilacs

On the edge of the graveyard,
Honeysuckle climbs.
It spills sweetness
into the hush,
A wild, verdant hymn against the stone.

I pressed my nose to a bloom,
and for one breath,
the world was only sugar
and bees
and the astonishing fact
that nature's beauty
doesn’t wait for permission.

-BN, May 2025