Posts for June 9, 2025

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Poem

naming song #1

I have no name
today my name is Opal Bear Mother
Bear Mother Boogie 
Cloud Watcher Wind Rider
a name every day I become


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Poem

Nature

The way I love you is impossible to describe

The sun forever chasing the moon

Sea water crashing upon the sand

Autumn leaves drifting to the ground

Devoted

Stars twinkling against the black night sky

Petals stretching in spring air

Snow dancing across frozen ground

Fated

Water leaping into the arms of a pond

Sunlight kissing blades of sweetgrass

Soft wind whispering sweet nothings to the trees

Reverent

The way I love you is inevitable

As though it was in my nature


Registration photo of PBSartist for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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the blanket

it rest folded  just so
when I lift it from the arm I tell myself to note its shape
this gentle drape means something
so I take it up with care  cover the shivering limbs
and feel my heart reach out a bit further
tenderly attentive to this borrowed place


Registration photo of Madison Miller for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Instructions to a Future Heart

When you tighten under pressure,

know valves are meant to release.

There are a million tender cells

begging to loosen your grip.

It’s easy to forget, how much easier it may be

to follow the pumping thumping beat.


Registration photo of Mike Wilson for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

God Honors the Sand Crab

Consciousness sees
what the sand crab sees
with its two little beady eyes
atop antennae 

The sand crab gives
what it sees to God
and God, without hesitation,
whispers Thank You


Registration photo of Lav for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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I get sick easy

“we can see your whole
face! It’s much nicer.” That’s not
why I wear a mask.


Registration photo of Coleman Davis for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Sanzen

 One hand is clapping 

while descending leaves fly free,
 

petioles intact.

Registration photo of Bill Brymer for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Unanswerable

A few neighbors and I were standing in the road
talking while our kids shot baskets
on one of those portable goals
you can raise as they grow.

We were chatting, encouraging the kids on,
when a large bird fell out of the sky
onto my lawn. Some kind of hawk,
it stood there screeching, flapping its wings
but unable to lift off.

I hurried inside the house and grabbed a beach towel
to wrap it in, thinking there were vets and rescues
that cared for raptors — by the time I came back to it,
the bird was dead, ridged claws clutching clumps of grass.
The neighbor who knew birds best
declared it a falcon, peregrine likely, likely juvenile.
Probably poison.

And for the first time in forty years,
I thought of my childhood friend, Frank Miles,
how there toward the end he wore a knit cap,
even on a warm spring day, to hide what the chemo
had done to him. Never grew up, never got old,
dead at age eleven, not fully grown —

how he turned to me while we sat
in the dugout watching the good players
on our team take their turns at bat, Frank,
the honorary mascot, asked through eyes
that were wiser and wetter than my own,
the one question I still don’t have an answer for.


Registration photo of Linda Bryant for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Clues from a Pecan Tree

 
Bruceton, population 1,158, employs residents who assemble blue jeans, khaki trousers and corduroy vests. No streetlights, sidewalks or bars. Bedtime by 8:30. By midnight I fall victim to Keebler pecan sandies that beckon from a Flintstones cookie jar. Bruceton’s home team is called the Tigers but they couid be named the Pecans. They are West Tennessee’s finest nuts. On Laurel Street, our 60-foot backyard pecan tree grows two feet a year.
 
spotted pecans fall
mother’s depression improves
she divulges secrets 


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Poem

Body as Family as Perspective

Woman,the word between us

If I were a vixen, I couldn’t move you to my side 
Though we both learned from our mother 
We stand on different sides of her. 
 
This knowledge did not move me
Womanhood did 
It’s societal role becomes my mother 
I take the place of both sisters. 
 
Keep pages of me 
Consume my womanhood like the patriarchy would 
It is inside of us, we must stand still
Ignorance makes us absorb one another.