Category: self transformation
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Why is Floyd pink?
You dreamed about the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and remembered how you wanted to know why Floyd was pink and you thought who cares about the dark side of the moon if you can’t see it and you remembered how you hid dirty clothes under your bed because your mother didn’t want to see…
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the vanity of underachieving
Send me 21st century Proverb to hang my hat on; push me to do more My adolescent self found Ecclesiastes and I have been too lazy to go beyond “Vanity of vanities; all is vanity” I have two decades left and need to make up for 70 years of underachieving So send me a 21st…
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larva
Excuse me, I fantasize I saw your mother Before Autumn’s Killing frost Perched high up On a bush Warming herself In early morning light Unfolding her wings …to soar 7-27-22 from my morning walking meditation and thinking of the attack on women’s rights
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Morning lament
The gate of the mystic garden is open It is not locked or hidden Often, I become lost in traffic And do not have time to mark my trail or stay once I arrive 10-17-22
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The dance
When I was young I had no fear. I dove off bridges into the flooded Wabash, turned off head lights and raced away into the night on acid, hitchhiked across America, stood toe to toe with a cop and a billie club and won. I took my beating from a squad of his buddies in…
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Frontlines
Some nights, I’m hunkered down in the bottom of a muddy trench facing an enemy I cannot see. My finger on the trigger firing at no one, everyone, anyone just trying to survive. 7-15-25
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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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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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4 poems on 1-22-23
01/22 – today is a day for reading and daydreams and capturing short unnamed snippets of poems that swirl around me #1 A young boy never sees a tree he doesn’t want to climb in his neighbor’s yard, the county courthouse grounds, grandma’s house, the gorilla enclosure at the zoo An old man looks for…
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Seven questions
When did you stop looking up to find shapes in the clouds? When did you stop imagining heaven peeking through as light showers? When did you stop seeing who could swing highest in the backyard swing? When did you stop talking for hours with friends about your dreams? When did you stop calling in requests…
My husband's poetry 