preferences of heart
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
I’m going back to the start
just a few of my very favorite things…
art and adoration and adventures
berries and bounty and beauty
choice and chocolate and colors
days and dreaming and dragons
elephants and eggs and every-little-good-thing
friends and fun and freedom
green and generosity and grace
home and humor and honesty
ice and intelligence and integrity
joy and journeys and joining
kindness and kisses and knowledge
letters and listening and love
moments and memories and music
nature and nests and niceness
openness and oceans and orange
poems and places and people
quiet and quilts and quips
raspberries and rings and romance
stars and songs and silence
today and tranquility and trees
umbrellas and understanding and uniqueness
vulnerability and velvet and value
weather and words and wonder
x-mas and xylophones and x-tra
yes and yellow and yolo
zebras and zzzzzz’s and zeniths
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
Possibilities By Wislawa Szymborska
there is no me stuck in the middle
if I move slow it’s because it’s my current pace of preference
after all that pushing up hill
gaining no ground
I refuse to kiss and tell
Im not a careless whisperer
though I am easy as Sunday Morning
and twice as nice as you’ve previously heard
these crows feet I’ve earned
by laughing in the face of it all
are my pride and glory
this current number is my favorite
raise your glass if you love your own face
there will be no disparaging of the word: Life
it is our gift
sand between my toes
stardust in my eyes
let’s get real
I mean really real
I want a love that will last
If you get what you ask for…
what will the supreme question be
think about them apples
come on get happy this very day
then come on up onto the stage
and sing it like you mean it
along with the choir
there’s always room for one more
welcome to the show
you’re very welcome here
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