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Wrapped Up
She tried to catch up, match
up with those trending, mending
rending things until she was wrung dry
She tried to tweet sweet nothing
into space and time until her chirping dried up
She tried not to give up, live up to
some made up expectations that weren’t her
own until her muse was filled up with nonsense
Then she grabbed up some paper and some
deep blue ink and wrapped herself tightly
into the safety of her own mixed up poem
Synthetic Smells
They sell smells boxed and bottled,
ready for noses unused to nature.
Lavender and rose petals packaged
in plastic – manufactured smells
from a laboratory by people in
white coats and hair nets who
work under artificial lights and
breath artificial air. I long to walk
with them in my garden, to share
the warm yellow light of the sun,
and let them brush their hands
across lavender and sage until
they find the smell of peace.
Rescue Mission
A shopping trip with old friends-
we all
look forward to searching out bargains, and we
deserve
a day out now and then – our passion is
second
hand shops where unwanted, discarded items get
chances
to shine once more, to find gentle mercies
in life
Frozen Promise
It happens every year –
and still I hope
All it takes are a few sunny days,
a couple warmish nights,
and the Magnolia tree in my
neighbor’s yard is adorned with
plump pinky buds full of promise
It happens ever year –
a frosty night forces the buds to
shrivel up in brown sweaters
promises unkept
It happens every year –
and still I hope
We Come Once More
We come, once more, to this
thankful
season. A time of introspection for
poets
whose cups spill over with syllables of love,
with souls
filled to the brim with joy and sadness, and hearts
that beat
out the rhythm of life and death
with truth.
The Squirrel Forest
She laughs at the squirrel running
back and forth across her yard
frantically burying acorns in random
places. Will it ever remember
each spot so it can return in barren
winter to dig up that morsel?
She knows that in the spring
she will be pulling saplings from
her flower beds, left overs from
some hidden bounty. As she watches,
she wanders if it might have been squirrels
that planted the forest at the edge of her yard.
Changing Wind
The wind came blowing through
the trees today, making the leaves
shiver in fear. It was a changed wind,
colder, more sinister. The clouds were
rudely pushed aside by this bully wind and
I heard it whisper through my window,
“Ready or not, here I come.”
Smoke Signals
Puffs of white clouds drift
slowly past like cosmic
smoke signals, carrying
messages that I do not
understand. I wish for words
that I can see written across
the sky, or a whisper from deep
inside the biggest cloud that
I can hear. I watch them scurry
away, pushed by the wind, the
way they’ve always done and
I think they are trying to tell me
the world is still turning and
all will be well.
A Goodbye Hymn
High overhead the wild geese fly
their honking fades into the air,
a threnody, a sad goodbye
to lakes and ponds that don’t reply,
mallards and coots no longer there.
High overhead the wild geese fly
away from cold wind’s chilling sigh.
They sing a chorus of despair
a threnody, a sad goodbye.
I wave my arms, somehow I try
to call them back, but unaware,
high overhead the wild geese fly.
They call each other, pair to pair,
a melody exquisite, rare,
a threnody, a sad goodbye.
I’ll miss them, strutting smartly by –
their songs like penitential prayer,
as overhead the wild geese fly,
a threnody, a sad goodbye
Spider’s Web
I leave the abandoned spider’s web,
empty and lifeless, in the corner of the back porch
an offering for the goldfinches and humming birds, which
they will use as the glue that holds their small nests together,
a shield against wind and rain when eggs hatch – protection
from harm until the hatchlings fledge
instead, I sit in a pool of morning sun and ponder love,
the spider’s web that holds a family together – safe and secure
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