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On the Death of the Family Historian

On the Death of the Family Historian

She was the keeper of the portal
The one who held the only key
And I believed she was immortal
Asked only what pertained to me
Relied on her for memories
And now I sit out side that door
A box of pictures from a drawer
People without names or places
No tiny scrap of family lore
They stare at me with somber faces

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The Wisdom of a Cat

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics – Solitude
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The Wisdom of a Cat

We can learn much from a cat –
how to gracefully spend a day
without the company of others,
how to calmly avoid the chaos
of our surroundings by finding
a sunny spot, a comfortable
place to watch the cardinals and
blue jays, and goldfinches at the
feeders and the chubby squirrel
that scampers through the grass.
Then, when you get too warm, you
find a little snack, curl up
on your favorite chair, and
purr in contentment.

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Silly Wherefore Art Thou

d’Veres Poets Pub Quadrille Monday – Lighten up a bit!
Lillian has us looking at the ‘silly’ side of things.
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Silly Wherefore Art Thou

What has happened to silly,
that willy-nilly, slightly
frilly state of giggling quite
shrilly until you very nearly
lose your breath?
When words like piccalilli
or vanilli leave us
in a dilly due
to really, really
watery eyes. Oh, how
we need some silly.

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Searching for Comfort in Times of Change

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In times of change – when normal
isn’t – our souls reach out for the
kind of comfort bright and shiny
new can’t provide. We reach for the
familiar feelings we found in an
old book, where they all lived
happily ever after, or the music
from the days of our youth, when
we were invincible. Milk and
chocolate chip cookies, a bowl
of homemade soup, jelly bread
and tea find their way onto our plates,
replacing the salads and trendy
recipes with hard-to-find ingredients.
Sometimes we need the memories
only a childhood friend can share.
We seek the familiar in the things around
us, family photos, a vase that belonged
to a grandmother, a favorite mug
bought on a special vacation.
And sometimes that familiar thing
is a gray and white wolf puppet
with well-worn fur and lumpy stuffing
who will guard you through the night.

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Hush

d’Verse Poets Pub – Almost a Triolet

Frank has us flexing our poetic muscles by writing a Triolet

Join the fun at the Pub
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I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
exiled is sun’s gypsy light
I like the hush of twilight
When day becomes contrite
And moon’s glow overspills
I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still