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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.
Poetic Asides PAD – Day 16 – brave
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The Bravery of Clouds
I wish I could be brave
Like the clouds – unafraid
Of change, of seeking new
Horizons – willing
To show their true colors
To share their bad moods,
Their joy, their tears without
Remorse and then move on
I Want To Know
How the moon learned
to shine
Why planets don’t
get dizzy – spinning
What the stars do
during the day
Where clouds find
rain and snow
Who whispers to
the wind
When you knew
you
loved
me
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Poetic Asides Nov PAD – I Want ……
Old Women
There are no ‘old’ women
Some women have lived longer
Loved deeper
Cried more tears
Some women have laughed louder
Felt greater loss
Faced more danger
Some women have worked harder
Given more
Hoped longer
But there are no ‘old’ women
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Poetic Asides Nov PAD – thinking out loud
Things I Love
There is no logic to the things I love
The creamy froth on my chai latte
Morning dew on a spider’s web
The clean, calming scent of lavender
In my garden as I pass by
The giddy anticipation I feel when
Packing my suitcase for a trip
The glow of a promise made
When I look at the gold band on my finger
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Nov PAD Day 18 at Poetic Asides
Paper Journal
I love the feel of pen gliding
Across a sheet of paper
The magic of transforming
Blank pages into word art
I love the whiff of ink
That tickles my nose
As each page fans
the air in turn
I love looking backward
And moving forward
Within the creamy pages
Of straight lined paper
Love Note
Send me a wire
A tweet
A message
Write it on paper
Or in the sand
Put it in a bottle
For me to find along the shore
Write it in the clouds
Trail it behind a plane
Pound it out on a
Hollow log
Call me
Come knock on my door
Look in my eyes
Tell me you love me
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Nov PAD day 5 at Poetic Asides
Imagine If
The moon has gone to the dark side
Leaving only stars to light the night
Battles break out between Orion
And The Sisters about who will rule
The Milky Way curdles
The dippers spill out the space junk
They’ve been collecting while
The Bull charges madly across the sky
And we are left spooning by the
Light of The Swan
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PAD day 4 at Poetic Asides
If I’d Only Had a Camera
I would have captured you
On film
I’d hold the image of you
Of this moment
Forever
Put you in an album
Labeled ‘inamorato’
And when days are dark
Gaze at your visage
Until the light of your
Smile brings me peace
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PAD day 3 at Poetic Asides
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