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Even a gentle breeze will cause
me to stumble, starger down
this tilted, angled staircase
Cracks hamper my decent
and my instincts tell me to
stay awake, alert for the
spirits who cling to the
underside of these steps
waiting for me to go astray
Will they catch me, save me,
keep me from bruising my shins
and my ego or will they just
smile
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A bit of bread
A splash of milk
Secret spices
Mother’s ancient recipe
To fill the children’s
Empty stomachs
I was excited to find three small, black swallowtail caterpillars on the dill in my garden last week. By Friday there was only one and on Saturday that one was gone too. The cycle of life, sigh.
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striped caterpillar
swept away by feathered foe
nature provides fare
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I built a wall around you to
keep you safe to
protect you
from imagined dangers
I built it longer –
others could look but
not touch your beauty or
feel your tenderness
could not hear the song in
your soul or taste the
lusciousness of you
I built it higher –
you withered
you grew suspicious
and held your secrets close
I built a wall around you and
you seeped out through
fissures cleft by time
until my wall crumbled
and you began to thrive
She patienly waits for the
opus of birdsong, the
laughter of sunshine, the
curious wonders in
her backyard –
but is tolerant of rain
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my six words are –
patient, curious, tolerant
laughter, birdsong, sunshine
It’s not about winning –
although that’s nice too –
it’s about following rules,
being helpful to neighbors who
can’t hear, can’t see, or can’t understand
It’s hopeful anticipation,
statring over, having a
lucky number,
lucky rabbit’s foot,
lucky socks
It’s about community and
friendships – losing but not
giving up
It’s diversion, escape,
fun
Armed men and
Legends at
Ancient Spanish
Mission defeated
Oppression
there was an old man who baked pies
though he wasn’t especially wise
he put one to cool
on his wife’s kitchen stool
now she walks round with berry stained thighs
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Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Promt – pies
drooping vegetables
watering can rain clouds tip
refresh the garden
santa riding a surf board
beach volley ball played on new years day
flightless birds and
animals with pockets
gold mines and cattle ranches
a giant rock – uluru
skies coated with stars
deserts and oceans
desolate and civilized
I’ve seen it all – on a screen
and someday I may touch, smell, taste it too
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