May 23 2020

weeds

the super sweet blueberries dropped into oatmeal

the smell of lilacs, just outside an open window

a new loaf of bread popped in the oven

a robin, a cardinal, a chickadee

a messy house, a messy garden, a messy life

in need of sorting, cleaning, scrubbing, tending

waiting to be torn from disarray

and pasted back in perfect place

as i sit here

contemplating nothing

sipping tea

and mostly,

smiling

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May 21 2020

wings

there are leaves on the trees again
and the crabapple is blooming

the robin sings me awake
and then puts the sun to bed with

a story that has no words
and a song that carries sky

there’s a starling
trapped in the chimney
scratching code
in night-blind terror

and i cannot tell you
how much
i need

to listen

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(p.s. i rescued the starling)

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Apr 30 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {30}

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quickly now

tell me what you love
who you miss

how you
survive

if the rain makes you weep
if the stars make you shiver
if the ocean brings you to your knees

quickly now

show me the heart
that’s fallen from your sleeve

read me your mind
from the book of deep night

tell me the story that races
through the tunnels
of your soul

quickly now

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 28 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {28}

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ample

what is enough
when you have no pantry
no cupboard
no shelf?

what is too much
when you have
empty rooms?

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 27 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {27}

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if you need to bleed

let it go

if you need to weep
if you need a river
if you need to wail
if you need to shiver

let it go

if you need deep silence
the despair of solitude
if you need to repent
or the bliss of belief

let it go

if you need to laugh
if you need a mountain
if you need to howl
if you need a fountain

let it go

if you need to bleed

let it go

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 26 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {26}

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remnant

from the upstairs window
a glint of light in the back field

driftwood?
i thought

as I walked back
to discover
a large pair of wings

white
with some grey

but mostly:

empty

silent

pristine

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 25 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {25}

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life is a poem

we forget

;

each breath

adding song

to existence

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 24 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {24}

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liberty

i can walk forever
(and some days i do)
but never really

get

anywhere

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 23 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {23}

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delivery

a walk to the mailbox
late at night

darkness makes me feel
my way along

and these stars
so bright and silent

i can always find
north
orion
cassiopeia
those dippers

a short walk
to
lost
and back
again

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 22 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {22}

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molasses cookies

an old recipe
tied to early memory
in a kitchen
long gone

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.