May 8 2012

the greeter

this place is crowded
standing room only
and they just keep coming
d
o
w
n
that one way ladder
forcing everyone to slither
sideways to make more room
some people slink along
slow and quiet and try to
melt away into the crowd
others come kicking and
screaming gathering handfuls
of splinters as they go
and some even take a
flying leap assuming
someone else will break
their fall
(i’ve seen that and it ain’t
pretty) while
i stand just left
of the bottom rung
handing out flyers
all prettied up and
professionally designed
saying
welcome to utopia
we’ve got 397
flavors and
they’re all called
vanilla

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May 6 2012

baby, baby

you got the moves
and she rolled her eyes
then closed them
raised her arms high
above her head to
sway like pink cosmos
in a hot
summer breeze
and he thought
invitation
when all she really
wanted
was enough decoration
to disguise the fact that
she was already
dancing
with her favorite
partner

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May 5 2012

just one kiss away

::

from

a whole

new

life.

::


May 3 2012

and then it was may

and finally warming up again, warm enough for a three mile run in shorts and no jacket, warm enough for flip flops and windows open, warm enough for sitting in the garden at dusk listening to birds and tree frogs and the conversations of neighbors as they pass on their walk down the road. they never know i can hear their voices, sitting in the back and hidden from view–sound travels when you live in the country.

it feels like the year is just beginning. winter is finally through with us (knock wood), and like the flowers in my garden, i feel my spirit beginning to bloom. there is energy for more than curling up before the fire, and late nights in bare feet padding through rooms that are my oldest friends become a habit. i will stay up later and get up early, following the pattern of the sun.

if i could live outside just now, i would, in these months between the too cold of winter and the too hot of summer. temperamental though she may be, spring has her moments of sweetness and smiles, though one must always be careful not to cross her. soon, i will dig my hands into this patch of earth i live my life on, planting and weeding, rooting and moving, mulching and clearing. there is much to be done and never enough time to do it.

but these are the days i look forward to all winter, locked inside by walls of gray and shadow, the only echoes from my own voice and the creakings of my house. winter’s sound of snow and silence will slowly give way to the symphony of spring, music, music to my ears. many a late night i will walk outside, just to hear the peepers serenade. i always wonder what it is they sing for, although i’m fairly certain they are happy just to be here, alive.

and i find myself singing my own songs, in my mind or humming just under my breath, feeling more alive than i have in months. grey becomes green and i become young again, at least for awhile. morning tea in the garden is enough to make me smile.

just now, this very second, the first hummingbird of the year has come to sip nectar from a flower.

today i will hang their feeder on my window, this window i spend so much time gazing out, and they will tease kitties that line up on the sill to watch them feed.

it feels like the year is just beginning.

 

 


May 1 2012

shattered

yesterday
i broke a mirror

and i cringed because
you know what they say
seven
years bad luck and all
and then i remembered
that i broke another
mirror a few years
back
seven years
more or less and
how much bad luck
can one person have
and perhaps
this means i
broke the spell
of that first
mirror
and anyway
isn’t it time
for new reflections
or at least a
different view
and i’ve heard that
your body
renews itself from
the inside out every
seven years
and seven is my lucky number
and i read recently
that a woman goes through
seven
7-year cycles
of growth in her life
which made me wonder
what happens when you
turn 50
and now i’m
about to
find out

i broke a mirror
yesterday

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Apr 30 2012

gossip

and so began
the year of words
scattering themselves
like autumn leaves
on every page she
turned and all the
commas periods and
semi colons
were left holding tight
to white space and
ideology and she
couldn’t hear herself
think
for all the echoes
but those words they
crawled on her skin
like ants of fire
burning itching demanding
to be set free
til she screamed and ran
for cover finally jumping
into the pool despite
her inability to swim
and those words
well
they joined hands to form
a raft that pulled her
back to the surface
floated her home
laughed at her a little and
whispered secrets
behind flat palmed hands
passing her story around
and around until it
evolved into
an entirely different
poem

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I did it! A poem a day for 30 days.
In honor of National Poetry Month
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this post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

Apr 29 2012

remote

i am always alone always together
always held in the grip of this life
this amalgam of a long line of
choices i thought i never made
a tea brewed from fifty years
of love tears existence and
breathing in letting go holding
simple tools and learning how to
forge my way down this path
filled with weeds vines growth
finding my way sending out feelers
but i have always been blind and
those tiny bits of light that make
their way through guide me closer
to home deliver me from evil a
periphery of vision i have simply
discarded i can’t see i can’t
see i am lost always lost but
if you stand before me and ask
for directions i can tell you
the best way to get there

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A poem a day for 30 days.
In honor of National Poetry Month
,
this post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

Apr 28 2012

little

she lived in
a small house
in a small town
in a very small
postage stamp
version
of reality

at night
stars crept
under doors
and into cracks
to make certain
she was not
expanding

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A poem a day for 30 days.
In honor of National Poetry Month
,
this post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

Apr 27 2012

invalid

of course it all depends
on how you pronounce it
this word that means
both ill and null and void
this word that creeps up on you
even when you lie there
perfectly still hoping
against hope that
what you are is
something other than
not important
something other
than terminal or
debilitated or even
just plain sick
but this word
it just keeps
creeping and you can look
away if you want
pretend
it’s not there in the
room with you but
this is a word
you cannot
run from

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A poem a day for 30 days.
In honor of National Poetry Month
,
this post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

Apr 26 2012

precisely

bitter is a bell
that rings true
at midnight

sings loudest
in the heart
of the insomniac
who cannot
look away
look away
from the depths
of disillusion

reverberation
echoes hollow

molds melody
from habit

finds comfort
in decision

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A poem a day for 30 days.
In honor of National Poetry Month
,
this post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.