b. Feb 11, 1886
(heaven resets, and so she shows up around my age together.)
…Pick an outfit for day, for breakfast. Maybe dance later!
Applaud.
I translated this French poem by May when I’d found her first book of poems; it is an introduction to the book. 😊💕 But I wrote it two other times too ‘cause sometimes my short term memory’s not so great. 😀
I found this journal at a local bookshop early yesterday to free write poetic passages with imagery that may become poems later, or may just stay in the book as poetic.
And it came with a secret pocket too; I was pleasantly surprised, as you can see, but you never know if it’s real?
It is a real pocket! not imagined…but not always so certain about myself. 😊🧚♀️
I love the color green, and from reading May’s work, I’d found she seemed to as well noticeably, but I chose this one because I loved the intricate, yet symmetrical pattern and pleasant texture, which can help me calm when I am in a fast-paced state. I might want to write in it tonight. :
And I’d felt Miss May saying… “I love your flattened flower treasures, too, but let’s dance.”
And we did. (I lost the video though I was meaning to place up a clip of the occasion always backup. But let’s dance some more)
So we did another one! I March 9, ‘23.
😊😘💖🎶🍃🌺🍀💕—Jade
Blush of Dawn 