Posts for 2020 (page 35)

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Poem

In this pandemic

In this pandemic

with feelings worn,
disheveled like the bed
from which I rise each morning,

words evade my mask
these nights and days
as though dead,

chilled,
they are
to my touch

not heeding
my tears,
my mourning.

In a red sky,
from the southwest,
red sand drifts,

with words ahead.
I will gather the best
of them

like heirloom seeds
saved
for spring planting.

I will dig them
into a blank page,
running horizontal

like furrows
across a garden.


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Poem

tide

I am pulled like a tide
under this crescent moon.
My thoughts gravitate to you,
a resolute rhythm.
I wax and wane with 
longing, I wash up 
on the shore of moments
half-faded by memory
but held fast in my heart,
less detail now, more
raw feeling, I 
ebb and flow
with your pulse 
in my veins,
your cool light reflecting 
off my surface 
like gratitude.


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Poem

My Father

visited the roadhouse on days after
a brawl to pay for damage to the premises

fought on the battlefields of France in WW I
held a classified position at home three decades later

writhed and moaned during a recurring nightmare
about a kitten, coat and railroad station

drank whiskey, shot craps on Saturdays
taught Bible class on Sunday mornings

tried to live according to the teachings of Christ
yet rejected the concept, Son of God

ran his thumb through a power saw right after
he finished teaching a class on safety

read philosophy, history, Shakespeare, the Psalms
delighted in Peanuts, Pogo and musical theatre


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Poem

Bequest

When my children’s
lives depend
on the fate of a
world that feels
too much
like a dystopian novel,
and humanity
is failing
the simplest tests of
compassion and empathy –
it is too much.
I take them
into the woods
often to learn
the plants
and mushrooms
and berries,
to learn to build shelter
and track animals,
to soak in the
life-sustaining
beauty of our world and
to understand how we fit
with these trees
and cliffs
and squirrels
despite our
educations and
technologies;
despite the ugly sides of
ourselves we see paraded
across the news, and
to know we can blaze
our own path
when we need to.


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Poem

Finish the Wine

I never had that signature rebel phase as a teenager,
so I’m surprised when it bubbles up in my thirties: 
dark purple lipstick here; a bottle of half-drunk moscato
in my closet since Christmas; vivid orchid hair paint
in my Amazon cart for a few days just to mull it over.

If you’d asked me at seventeen what I’d be like 
at thirty, all I’d have been able to conjure up
was the pitch-black vortex of unforgiving space.
Never could imagine myself past my twenties,
but if I had, I’d have told future-me to finish the wine. 


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Poem

Barbie Garden

My hydrangea are all pink
pale pink, rosey pink, pretty pink.
I want them blue
violet blue, sky blue, purple-black blue.
When did Barbie arrive here in her high heels?
waving her pink purse around,
giggling in my garden,
even the pink roses are not amused—
she is taking over—
her blossoms big and bossy,
I have never seen pink this sassy—
the dianthus are fading fast!

 
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Poem

Milky Way

She sits on the moon

Fishing for stars

She casts at the dim ones

Because the bright ones

Are too easy

She catches glimpses of shooting stars

And sings a wish.

She dances on the craters

And stares at the sun

She makes conversation with Mars

And floats to Jupiter

She holds Pluto in her hand

She dreams of the Milky Way

And the places she’ll go


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Poem

Backroads

Walls of green around us, like ancient bricks
Lost in time, unaware of the world
Taking in sunlight and emissions from cars passing by
Growing more beautiful as the creatures around them try to not give in to fear


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Poem

Spirit

Please don’t forget when we met
there was plenty of hope in my eyes and
spirit flowing through my veins.

Please remember me as the girl
who fell in love with you
and not the woman
you broke in the end.

Unfold those letters I wrote to you-
just streams of consciousness.
Could I not shed light on
every good part of you and
help you forget the filth
and the darkness?

Please don’t forget I was once
lovely and unscathed.


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Poem

Burning

We didn’t get to say goodbye
so I made an effigy of you,
of sticks and pebbles and mud-covered leaves,
to set outside my bedroom window.

I wonder if I could have saved you from
yourself if I had told you that you would never leave my heart.

Perhaps I should have said that the grief
(and guilt) that rages around in the floorboards of my house
would make me want to burn
and wither away
(just like you did)

But we didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Should I have known better than to not drown your phone
with arguments for living? Or should I pray for absolution,
that this fiery pain will one day too
burn out?