Category: for someone else
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Jimi
On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…
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Putin’s myth
King Midas possessed a golden touch Turned daughters and friends to gold Lived at arm’s length with the world His kingdom shunned him Starved for love Unable to eat his riches – almost dead 10-3-22
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Sunbeam electric iron
Because stiff collars were all the rage in school She found him at an online overstock auction When she said their relationship was over he felt like an iron in a closet full of wash & wear 10-21-22
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Lang’s song about love
I wake with an earworm lying on my pillow singing, “Emily’s poems are gathering dust…” Silently, I repeat Ben Franklin’s, “The early bird gets the worm.” I have letters to write, events to plan and promises to keep. I tell myself to leave her poems alone, face the tasks at hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll pull…
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Poem for a young friend
I sleep restless and sometimes dream about what I might have become, if I had taken the other path. That path still forks out before me, but I have grown content with this life and it no longer calls my name. Come, sit with me for coffee; we will listen for your name on the…
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Drinking Fermented Milk in the Mystic Yurt
“Oh soul, you worry too much…” (Rumi) Post-modern Zen Move slowly into your Chi Wear crystal spiritual Drano around your neck Darvish whirl until dizzy Hobby Lobby prayer wheels (Dalai Lama approved) Dollar General dreamcatchers 2 for 5 YouTube videos guarantee Nirvana TM levitation at the Y on Wednesday Erect a pup tent tabernacle deep…
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Timmy the slug
short walk cool morning warm coffee bright sun long list of things to do let’s get started 1-11-23
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Heroes
I honor heroes I never met Those who sank beneath the waves and never quite made it to shore Those who did not survive their last stand and no one remained to bury them Those who suffer in silence and no one knows their pain I honor you even though I do not know your…
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Above the tree line
(“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” Margaret Atwood) I built my cabin in the mountains. Friends bring me provisions. I cook them dinner. We talk until they are bored and descend again among the living. I remain alone to feed above the tree line pulling sustenance from thin air. 4-18-25
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A found poem
Despite Gravity Soaring The World Is Green Again Spring Watching the Small Sky Colored Butterflies Butterflies The Way to Jesus (listing of poems in the Table of Contents, Section IV, Despite Gravity by Marjory Heath Wentworth) 4-11-25
My husband's poetry 