things to write when
no one is looking

red poppies make me think of blood
they pop off the landscape like pinwheels

green is earth’s favorite color

i am in the mood for popcorn

this moment won’t last

i have been sitting here forever

the hawk that just flew over my head, he is the one,
the one i was supposed to be watching for

a blue chair in my garden is reflecting

white cottonwood falls like snow

today is the perfect temperature

i am surrounded by roses
they have thorns
their scent is cloying
they are beautiful

weeds taunt me and i ignore them

the woodpile directly before me is
the black walnut tree from my parents

when i was a kid we made
necklaces from horse chestnuts
i always cut my palm
boring holes through them with a knife

the necklaces lasted for a day
we spent the whole day before that
making them

silence is not golden it is purple

fireflies are faeries in disguise

i am 47
i would prefer
to be 39

my skin is so dry

i like a tree with gnarled branches

i like the word gnarled

this moment is for the birds

a chickadee


9 Responses to “things to write when
no one is looking”

  • beth Says:

    i’ll be 46 soon and 39 seems kind of nice….i’ll join you there 🙂

    and the weather here is just making me all giddy….it’s so perfect….

    happy weekend….

  • Marcie Says:

    Totally in the moment. Love how you see and observe the world around you!

  • Erin Says:

    What wonderful random thoughts! I just love your blog!

    xo Erin

  • Debi Says:

    my favorite kind of writing as i follow your thoughts – the woodpile once a tree from your parents KILLED me and the taunting weeds and the hawk. today a hawk flew overhead HERE chased by/chasing several small birds – within millimeters of catching a meal, he was gone. a gift to see. and I would love to be 47.


  • georgia Says:

    it’s the title of this post i love most! but i love it all. hmmmm… i will be 39 in sept. something to think about. i should enjoy it while it’s here, because someday i’ll be 47 and wishing i was back there. kind of like how i am 38 now and wish i was 30. that was just about what i feel like was the prime of my life.

    i too like trees with gnarled branches. and come to think of it because you made me think of it, i like the word, too.

    yes…. what marcie said …the way you see the world around you!

  • lisaschaos Says:

    I loved how your thoughts jumped around, mine do that too, one things leading to another. 🙂 I don’t wanna be 39 again tho, lol.

  • Graciel @ Evenstar Art Says:

    you are quickly becoming my favorite poetess…

    xo, graciel

  • emma Says:


    I’m 40, and I still think 39 would be nice. Just a different 39 than the one I had.

    And “gnarled” should be used in every conversation.

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