Posts for June 25, 2023 (page 6)

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Poem

Challenge

Apprehension 
I haven’t met a new
person in seven years. 
Imposter syndrome, 
I feel separate from 
myself, not visible 
and I think maybe I
am safest by keeping 
to the familiar. Do I 
know what I think I 
know or have I just
convinced myself that
I can be interesting and 
attractive?
No one has suggested 
either of those are true 
except my daughters. 
I should probably believe 
them, after all,  I have 
always told them this truth 
and I want them to 
believe me. 
So, I will move forward 
slowly and honestly 
knowing I can retreat 
to the acceptance of 
my children, my home. 

KW. 6/25/23


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Poem

SIMPLE

meeting house         bonnet         sugar chest

chair         sister         brother

peg rail         stair         broom         plow

gift         simple         lamb         lemon

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Poem

Reminiscence

Replaying the day    
in the creek
with the guy who told her
that country boys have sex
on horseback and yes,
in creeks
refreshing on a hot afternoon
when he taught her how
to use a chain-saw
both of them sweaty
and buggy, bandanas
across their brows
cutting down a truckload
of cedar saplings.
The day pulsed
with adventure
and stamina.   

That was after her husband                            
                           had walked out.
By day’s end she knew:      
                       I am going to do just fine.
 


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Poem

a plea to mother earth

The world is burning
and no one stops
to ask if we’d like
a drink.

We will die and
feed the earth.
I hope it takes pity
on our children
for the offering.

I hope our bones
and the soil our
flesh fed
will remember
that some of
us tried
to extinguish what
we did 
not ignite. 


Registration photo of Christina Joy for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Weaver

My tongue, fossil in my mouth

only remembering echoes
of slip, dart, curl 
cup
cannot move to enunciate
the beauty of your silken patchwork soul
sewn together not with intentions 
but -intent- 
taut as spiderwebs. Tensile strength
achieved the cruelest way: winnowing
all the extraneous, stripped. Leaving you raw; 
but still you take up the spindle 
take up the needle 
You wear the slub-scars, saying “these are mine”, you 
unfurl your soft-rough tapestry 
(sand-washed, clay-painted, mud-spattered delight) 
saying 
“Here. Look at this life.” 
 

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Poem

Grandpa (Visitstion Dream Sonnet)

 

Happy to know I can see you this way

You with humbly allure I adulate

Laughs with the twinkle you always display

Appointing me peace, my favorite trait

We meet at the table to often dine

The lighting never shows your aura dimmed

Snugly you remind it will all be fine

Drinking from a glass of milk that’s been skimmed

Within this soft slumber you never fade

Unceasing and same in spite of my change

Death divulging how my thoughts are arrayed

You know me ongoing sans an exchange

Do you visit others and bring esprit,

or is that you locked in my memory?


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Poem

Haiku

The stars were aligned
that night killing me softly
with your magnetic charm.


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Poem

Mindfulness

Breathe in

                Breathe out

Breathe in

                Breathe Did I turn off the dryer Where is my phone This chair is hard

Breathe in

                Breathe out

Breathe I’m sure I turned off the dryer Why can’t I sit still I need to rest  Stop thinking stop it stop it

                Breathe out

Breathe in

                    Breathe Breathedammit Concentrate Stop thinking be here now What is wrong with you I can’t take this any more How long has it been Don’t look at your watch Don’t look Don’t Oh god it’s only been three minutes Seventeen more minutes Stop looking stop thinking stop it

Breathe in

            Breathe out


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Poem

Lakes, Ponds, Trails, Pines—a Modern Day Romance

Places to hang wedding veils,

dress coats, barbecue tools, mixed drink

glasses. Even an orangery.

 


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Poem

A Tale of Prince Arrush

Before thy years did come to be
‘ere the herald star shone
thy mother didst choose thy name
and where wouldst be thy throne

Thy father did in battle fall–
‘twas gone ‘ere thou wast bourne
his last words spoke, just ‘ere dawn
keep my son from scorn

The library and records did I keep
and sought to teach thee well–
in time, revealed the ancient tomes
and did the secrets tell

And so, my prince, the day did come,
manhood on thy shoulders laid,
wi’ thy father’s blade didst thou sing–
his enemies all did pay