It
MAKES SENSE
to cry a lot.
What didn’t make any sense was to be numb in my little bed,
to shove away the fear, grief, unmet needs,
then arrive outside my bedroom door,
at the classroom door,
at the neighbor’s door
with a big smile on my face.… Read the rest
There’s the heartbreak wave
sad and fresh
that sweeps in over my rocky-sould
when love doesn’t work out.
There’s the horror-loss-heart
when assurance is ripped away
people,
always supposed to be
Aren’t
and won’t ever again
smile or breathe.
And there’s another
Under-cover ache
Hanging around, lurking around
waving across the night,
just waiting.… Read the rest
Just hang a left and pavement turns to mud and keeps them out
All except the most hardy
The most in need of peace
I pass the chained-off track to the pond
and I’m almost home
I’m almost to my first and only all-mine place to be
The timbers soar towards the chilly sky
I am remembering
Because I can’t see all that with my eyes from here,
under these quilts
But I know it well.… Read the rest
There was no ice where I was born
Then the giant’s took me to the cold.
They busied:
Prepared for games, and conquering.
Child-me stared
up at the sun…golden
Then down
where it turned silver in the ice covered boulders
Wrapped, dripped around…
Ice grew out over the edge of the stream
Crept and smoothed across the grit, sand, and pebbles.… Read the rest
I wish I could drink coffee every day
I try to make it a good thing, a healthier thing.
My special brew is ½ decaf, and yet still so rich,
and I make it sweet, I love it sweet.
But with Stevia, not sugar.… Read the rest
Whheeee! Hooraay!
It’s the best kind of rainy day
When nature took the time to make
things real, not fake
Fire from wood,
Wood from trees
A popcorn bowl at my knees
About to watch a movie!
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Looking up as I walk:
Light-bright, a lovely site illuminating twig-fingers
Waving goodbye to the day.
Above the mud-slush and trickle-trickle
Something tickled my shoulder.
So I scanned around,
Until I found
The moon up there.
A fat-half hanging in the blue…now showing
The lopped-half orb, shine-power growing
in the purple-dark,
later,
on my bed against my sleeping-eyes
It might wake me up.… Read the rest
Puttering
Coffee filter, trips to the frig,
Swipe and wipe,
here and there
The cloth-like paper towel grabs up the bloated rice grains
from the drain
A new clean sponge tackles the remains from dinner
As the oatmeal simmers
Some crud on the floor, are bits and flakes
Hand flowing, slightly adjusting the arc a tad wider
In order to slide them into my grasp
Fingers and brain
lightly tracking the micro weights and friction
as mind stays busy
An unimpeded motion sends a signal to stop
To look,
to assess
Oh.… Read the rest
Just my luck! I moved to Vermont for a more peaceful life, and the craziness of the world just followed me here. Yes.
Vermont is very much engaged in the fight for social justice. In my small town we have Trump supporters & graying hippies living side by side.… Read the rest
Roll’n down the mountain with a warm bowl in my lap
Generally I look left, at the field of cows and their lack
of progress.
Munch, crunch, mooo, mooo.
What are they up to?
They give birth there, walk, sleep,
little ones frolic
In their pasture, so bucolic
before being trucked off, their meat for sale
So really its just cow-jail.… Read the rest