Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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Dreamscape #5
in this place of talking dead streets are always dark the little shops full of light I shelve and straighten books in a bookstore someone asks for a new book owner says it’s unavailable I go to tell him about a print on demand supplier he doesn’t see me – no one sees me ___…
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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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Dressing for sleep
This morning, I read poem by a poet about the passing of her mother and the washing of her body. When my parents died the funeral home came and got them to prepare for burial It was all prepaid – just like in the ads on TV. The caskets and grave site already chosen. We…
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December 25th
The world spins round to day a day ancient Romans chose for Christmas the third day of Hanukkah the day before Kwanzaa begins a day of traditions both old and new a day off with pay a day the world slows down in the west a day of reflection a day of sadness for those…
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Conversation with a dying cypress
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On the day before the longest night before the earth tilts back towards sun you walked high ground of cypress swamp among trunks stripped bare of green of fern, of leaf and vine You stood and asked questions of a dying cypress its root mound raised up on one side as if years ago it…
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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Tattoo Dream
Sitting alone A corner table It is not a fancy bar Just a dimly lit bar A bar like thousands of other neighborhood bars You sit with a pen and tablet A book of Charles Bukowski poetry And sip water with a lime A woman comes over Says she finds you attractive Amused at the…
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Oyster dressing
A daughter and a son sisters and brothers Nieces and nephews and assorted in-laws Will gather at noon with dishes of old family recipes At my baby sister’s house and I will not be there Never again will I pray over turkey with oyster dressing and pumpkin pie Never again will I watch mom taste…
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The Gleaning
This morning I heard ….I heard a friend A friend got his miracle …..His miracle a lung A lung from someone …..Someone with a family A family who loved and prayed …..Prayed for a miracle A miracle of more time …..Time to love just a bit Just a bit more time …..Time to love just…
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Dreaming on a Cold Night Hundreds of Miles from Home Listening to the Furnace Hum
a prose poem =============================================== I dreamed I was at the old Black Reunion in Danville, IL with just my Granddad and I and I was playing with little boy cousins I did not know. I dreamed I was sitting on the front porch of my grandparents’ old house on Greenbush Street that was torn down…
My husband's poetry 