Category: balance
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Dragonfly
Stopping to almost perch on grass you followed for two blocks Steering your four winged bi-plane in and out of my path Are you bringing good fortune what are you trying to say? Black white laced wings in late afternoon sun I stopped and offered a finger you came close and flew away 7-16-20
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stairs
Some days are made for repairing stairs Some days are made for building stairs up to the porch Some days are made for climbing stairs that lead to your door Some days are made for sitting on stairs to watch your neighbors pass by Some days are made for descending stairs for a stroll in…
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haiku for those who stand strong in the face of tribulation
green weeping willow bright Hibaku Jumoku deep roots withstand fire 5-31-20 Hibakujumoku is a Japanese term for a tree that survived the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945.~~ wikipedia
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The cockolding weatherman
At 1 am you come to bed she asks for a weather report you say you don’t care it is raining and that’s good enough for you She gets up to take a pee sits on the edge of your bed listens as a soothing baritone voice says possible severe storms and tornadoes by 4…
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Friday night on house arrest
To avoid dangers that go bump in the night, my clumsy friend, Kristine, suggested we put ourselves on house arrest. I decided to begin digesting books instead of devouring them whole. I resolved to read four poets at a time digesting a poem from one book before I moved to the next book back and…
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Plucking a Qi string
stone disappears pond ripples at precipice sound stands single note looks over edge ready to jump but doesn’t howls at emptiness ripples on pond recede 3-12-20
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Traversing darkness while moving toward light
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I sat with a friend around a fire in our yard We talked of children, the craft of writing, of basketball an ideal job, a feral cat he gave a friend and the one he still feeds on his porch We talked of possums, guinea hens, ticks, raccoons and a hawk that swooped up a…
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The heft of light
I went alone to an art exhibition for a friend On the way home I pondered how art changes who I am Light breaking on horizons and scenes of dusk or darkness draw me in Was it sunset or sunrise? Was the darkness evening or predawn? At 3 a.m. I stand barefoot on the porch…
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Collecting sea shells
on this last day of 2019 be kind to yourself and remember: sixty percent of who you are will slake your thirst wash you clean or drown you if you let it love yourself and the briny sea that laps your feet within you is an ocean with sand shimmering on the shore awaiting the…
My husband's poetry 