Registration photo of Tabitha Dial for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Our Fireflies are Back

and near our house. 

You call for me when you
spot them, then notice how your
string of lights by the fence
have turned on and say you
“need to turn them off
so they can do their job.”
 
No wonder the fireflies also know
home is close to these walls. 
Registration photo of PBSartist for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

I wouldn’t pass this by

but I wouldn’t take more than I need

definition of abundance
married to humility
and humanity

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Poem

Witnessing a Breakup At the Diner

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” – Federico García Lorca
 
 
 
help her remember
what it is to dream deep
to believe 
          in what was
 
               in what is
 
                  in what can (not) ever be
 
                 
wrap her in amorous embrace
what it is for passion to envelope 
to stir
       an untamable soul
 
          an unmistakable desire
 
               an undeniable magnetism
 
 
 
remind her to let go
what it is to say goodbye
to deny
           all  reason
 
                all  logic
 
                     all inhibition
 
 
bring her closer
what it is to eclipse 
to obscure 
                  any light
 
                      any distance
 
                           any breadth
 
 
 
that could come between two luminaries
 
                              that shine bright
               
                                  that shine together
 
                                       that shine transcendent
 
 
 
forever & never again.
 
Registration photo of Bill Brymer for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Solace for One Taken Young

There’s nothing to fear
when the sun sets, 
it’s simply bringing 

its daily dose of light 
to children
on the other side of the world

besides

all things are sun-made
its atoms keenly sprinkled 
from firefly to cinder spark, 

it glows from the windows 
of stark houses and the lamps of cars,
why even the gravestone 

at your head
casts a long shadow
over these my sleepless nights.

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Poem

Blurb Request for my Upcoming Book

If too short were a small potato, 
and long was the yam.
I vote for a regular old spud stuffed
with butter, pepper,
cream cheese, and ham.

Registration photo of Darlene Rose DeMaria for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Confidence Manifesto

To my beloved parents on their 76th wedding anniversary in heaven
I dedicate my Confidence Manifesto to you 

Confidence empowers me to Love & Care for me
Confident choices place me wisely on life’s game board
My confidence grows based on the beliefs I hold of myself
Positive beliefs encourage me to respect all I am and all I do  

Confidence is courage to ask for what I need and feel deserving to receive it Confident self-respect protects my best interests
Honoring my confident knowledge allows me to speak up, self-assured
Confidence is a B-12 shot of self-respect and positive self-talk

My Confidence Badge is tempered in humility, strengthened in self-respect
To only accept supportive loving behavior and to prioritize my own needs
To speak up when I need to set a healthy limit or boundary  

Healthy Confidence places me in circles where I am heard and supported
To confidently stand up for what I truly believe in
To never compromise or engage in exchanges that demean who I am
To calmly stand in my power as I lovingly and self-assuredly shine my Light  

Registration photo of Linda Bryant for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Decaying Leaf 

 
Crumpled backside of a three-week-dead
redbud blade. Heart-shaped & dotted
with tiny brown bug spots.
 
Read the dark calligraphy,
palette of brown — cocoa, topaz & sand.
Does brown remember its green days?

Does the snapped-off stem,

brittle, drained & ant-ridden,
remember the fresh branch? 

Registration photo of L. Coyne for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Footwear

I need to soon slip on the proper shoes
For time of working is shortly at hand
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.

What other shoes are there I could accrue?
Perhaps some sandals, with a pretty band?
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes.

For work with toil beneath the sky, so blue,
I know that boots would be what’s in demand
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.

And baring feet is something to eschew
For dangers lurk in all walks of the land.
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes.

Even more so, if rumors heard are true
That walking miles in others’ is the plan
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.

For is one piece of footwear really “you”
When such complex a self you must command?
I need to soon slip on the proper shoes
And neither flats, sneakers, nor heels will do.

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Poem

5. Komorebi: Towairaito

      

 斑          Twighlight forests aren’t yet the best            
 点          covered canvas of understanding.                 
 あ
 る          There is life being lived here completely       
 茂          made of stardust, that sees, and survives.   
 中
 で          Komorebi is a living painting, unframed,        
               still wet. It will touch you sometimes,
 光
 と          in the corners of your mind, it will feel
 影          like returning to a place of belonging.
 種
              A beautiful precarious offer of rest and quiet.
 風         We come from the sun and we are still here
 槍
 と          to remind ouselves not to fear the light.
 石          Sometimes, in stillness there is movement.
 
 空         Hanten aru shigemi-chū de  hikatokage-shu
 は         kaze yari to ishi  sora wa yū anatatowatashi ni fure
 優         soshite kiiroi hoshi hana
 あ
 な                     In dappled thickets there 
 と             are seeds of light and shadow
 私                  spears of wind, and stone
 に               sky gently grazing, you, me
 触                       and, a yellow-star-flower 
 れ
                                       九                                      
 そ
 し
 て                                     
 黄                                     
 色
 い
 星
 花 
  
  
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Poem

Midcentury/ Modern

Mere months til the midline milestone
with a child poised to launch
the rapids of cancer
& divorce behind me now
I am looking around
waiting for an entrance by 
whoever is supposed to take over
when my shift ends
someone
older
wiser
much more organized

a grownup who can navigate 
trusts & annuities
sump pumps
garage remote pairing

an experienced cultivator who has
raised things from seed
staked vines
witnessed trees in all their seasons

then I remember with both great relief
& disappointment that I am the sole
department head
major purchaser
trainer 
coach
general manager
owner
skilled labor 
& personality hire

I loosen my necktie
slip off my heels 
barrel roll to the other side of the bed
click the secret latch on the side table
the top slides open & a hidden bar cart
rises up from within
filled with bottles of not liquor but
collagen supplements
& magnesium oil 
half used glass jars of 
hyaluronic acid wrinkle serum
& retinol hand cream

reading glasses & a c-pap mask 
drop suddenly from a hidden slot in the ceiling
there is a sudden change in pressure
I hug my ergonomic pillow
which may be used as a floatation device
in the event this whole thing 
plummets into the sea