Bird Weary

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Bird Weary

 

The birds are merrily chirping

away in my backyard.

Robins are hopping around

searching for worms hiding just

under the surface of the grass.

Chickadees are picking out their

favorite seeds from the feeder,

then flying off to the chokecherry tree

to crack them open, finding the best

part hidden inside.

A small wren is singing loudly from

the top of the garden fence,

hoping to attract a mate.

And a pair of bluebirds are

busy hauling twigs and grass

into the bird box hanging on

a pole, building a nest for

the eggs to come.

Here I sit, all alone with nothing to

do, nowhere to be, no one to talk to.

Stupid birds!

 

Day Five

Sending Love

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Sending Love

 

She blows kisses to a fluffy cloud

Hoping the wind will blow it

Straight to you, then squeeze it

Out to express every drop

Of love it holds upon your life

Garden Magic

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Garden Magic

 

Deep in each small seed

A mystery lies buried

Only sun and rain

Can create the magic spell

That will free the hidden prize

 

A red tomato

Or a yellow sunflower

Captured in a shell

Waiting to at last uncurl

To the gardener’s delight

 

Art 101

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Art 101

 

I join the group scattered around

the classroom, standing behind wooden easels,

brushes and paints laid out in perfect order.

A room full of adults with nothing else to do

at ten o’clock on a Thursday morning.

We are supposed to paint a rooster

following the step-by-step instructions of

the artist at the front of the room. A blank canvas

gazes back at me and I fantasize about turning

out a rooster-like creature, in bright blues and

greens, with bold eyebrows like Frida Kahlo,

challenging the rest of the class to imagine a

world where different is normal.

 

Get set . . .

Snowflakes

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Snowflakes

 

We got a feeble amount of snow, overnight.

Not enough to make a snowman or even

a respectable snowball. It is trying valiantly

to cover the grass and the sidewalk, yet

only manages to look like powdered sugar

on a homemade apple cake. Children don’t

even bother to put on snowsuits – they know

there will be no sledding, today. But if you look

carefully, you will see the intricate patterns of

those scattered flakes and marvel at their sparkle,

like magic diamonds strewn across the yard.

 

Poetics: New Year Snow

Buried in Lies

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Buried in Lies

 

She tried not to lie, but the words tumbled so easily from her lips. She made promises she knew she would never keep. And she was sure no one would ever know.

It began when she was three, all three-year-olds lie, don’t they? It was just a little lie about a cookie. She really wanted that cookie, and everyone thought she was just so cute.

The lies got bigger as she got older, money missing from her mother’s purse, homework “lost” on the bus, her best friend’s misplaced earrings.

Now she would tell the biggest lie of all when she tells herself that those lies never hurt anyone. Here, lying in a satin lined coffin, with no one to mourn her death or shed a tear, alone with only a lifetime of lies for company, she whispered, “Bury me with the lies I told.”

 

Dverse Prosery Monday — Bury Me

These Times

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These Times

 

I roll my eyes and clench my fists –

watch the news until I can endure no more.

Truth has abandoned society and

left us with madness.

It is the worst of times.

Then the hoot of a barred owl in the woods

calls me to leave it all behind, to

sit outside, to bathe in moonbeams

and breath deeply.

It is the best of times.

 

Poetics: Building from the Broken