Apr
12
2020
.
shifting dynamics
the way we
fix a flat tire
without any yelling
(mostly)
and cook dinner
together
same as always
but different
and miss
everyone
all the time
even each other
and keep passing
this ball of hope
back and forth
between us
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
11
2020
.
in numbers
we stand
marking lives
with calendars
60 years
eighty
2 years
fifty-five
just some of the
birthdays
we celebrate this month
in spirit
apart
with love
but no hugs
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
10
2020
.
mending
the invisible thread
that holds us
together
a swirl of snow
here
a ray of sun
there
a circle
delivering
promise
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
9
2020
.
forty-eights
masks
so far
miles of
fabric
and neat rows
of stitches
bent neck
sore back
pricked fingers
today
that counts
as poetry
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
8
2020
.
silence
(you said)
and i refused
to listen
in the stillness
that followed
i remembered
the sound
of recalcitrance
your breath
and
six miles
of liberty
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
7
2020
.
color
(in darkness)
is the shape
of your breath
(tangerine)
or the whisper
that scratches blue
out of black
and the middle
(which never falls
dead center)
the way the moon
wakes me up
with sharp raps
on my window
or silence
embarrassed
by its own
soliloquy
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
6
2020
.
roots
fresh new growth
in tiny green houses
we remember
we cherish
we reminisce
we pine
today, the sun shines
lilac leaves reach
for gold
and warm light
soon
purple scent
will fill
every corner
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
5
2020
.
breaking
ground
as if
we could plant
the seed
that will
save us
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
4
2020
.
mo(u)rning song
a grey veil
of fog
does not stop
the red, red cardinal
from singing
from the topmost branch
of the still-bare tree
planted by the echo
of ancestor
in the hedgerow
red-winged blackbirds
harmonize
crow vies with jay
together we begin
a new day
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
3
2020
.
window
everything is clean
and the world
is awash
with disease
dis-ease
ill seas
i watch the sky
not certain why
searching for signs
or rhymes
or lines
pointing
in the right
direction
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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