Category: Family
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how many
how many generations of evolved fish only swam the surface near shore before the first one dared walk on land 12-31-22
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Salat
“I’ve been knocking from the inside.” Rumi seventy years, I have been looking high and low for myself and I was here all the time admiring the moon adrift in the lake dying of thirst too proud to kneel down and drink 12-23-22
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happy holidays
(Someday I will get these in the order they were written.–cb.) ‘Tis the season of gifts, food and Santas jangling Salvation Army bells Watching ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas,’ An American Tail and New holiday movies that become memes overnight Bags of toys that break too soon (batteries not included) NBA, NFL and bowl games on…
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Dreaming prime numbers 7,919
You climb Your favorite neighborhood tree from childhood. You climb until you can see Beyond the trees and houses of your neighborhood. Your neighbor does not want you in their tree And neither does dad. They call up through the branches. You stay still until they leave. On the way home, you rehearse a story,…
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Psalm of praise
In the beginning There was the word and it was poetry …..ET call home, Be wakeful and watch the sky *(Say) This morning is holy **(Say) This morning is holy Stars have fallen from the heavens, All the bell towers have gone silent, The thief in the night has come and gone and we are…
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Cassie’s hat
sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…
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a holiday party poem
Something at the holiday party didn’t agree with your stomach. Maybe, it was the store bought cheese dip in the fondue pot, or Costco Swedish meatballs boiling in a bottle barbeque sauce or The fancy triangles of deli chicken salad on crustless white bread. Whatever it was, now you find yourself waiting in line to…
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autumn haiku
my Dad’s grey hat waits on a hook behind the door to keep cold at bay 11-14-22
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Hoosier in the land of cotton haiku
nip in morning air thoughts of home six states away close as memories 11-13-22
My husband's poetry 