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Tulips II

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2024| 1 Comment » 

Tulips II

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” 
― W.B. Yeats

Tulip has little more to give. 
A few red petals hang from its stem.
And a bright yellow center shines
from the inside. A golden heart.

I don’t touch the surface.
Although the flower is in my yard,
its life doesn’t belong to me.
The plant has roots.

They grow underground
and thrive and wait with the seasons.
I believe what I see or understand.
May I step into the holy and hidden.






Tulips II

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If A Sweet Gum Could Speak

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , , , , on January 21, 2022| Leave a Comment » 

If A Sweet Gum Could Speak
 
Don’t pray for lighter burdens, but for stronger backs. Nothing 
endures but personal qualities. Those who endure, conquer. 
(Rodney A. Winters)
My partners and I in the yard share the same name, sweet gum. 
In the autumn our star leaves create a varied pallet of orange, 
yellow, and green. A scene worth painting or watching from the 
window as birds visit.
We stand bare now. My branches reach out at a different angle 
than the trees next to me. We are individual, beautiful, rooted in the earth.
Touch my surface. Cold is okay. More than okay. 
Can you imagine how weak you would be if high winds never tested you. 
Yes, I am aware of the rest of the earth. It affects me. When you
 trim my dead branches. When leaves appear or drop. I don’t have speech.
 I do have presence.
Thanks for celebrating this moment with me. 
January, like life itself, ends. Celebrate it while it is here.

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The Pond: A Poem

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , , , on August 27, 2021| Leave a Comment »

Park pic

Know that everything is in perfect order whether you understand it or not. (Valery Satterwhite)
THE POND

A deer lay dead in this pond last winter,
bloated, white as the ice-spotted hills.
The carcass froze, demise unknown,
while the frigid water licked its sides
until the body could be hauled to shore.
Now, a late summer breeze
remembers nothing of snow,
and warmed water fills in the emptied space.
My spirit longs to plunge under the surface,
to swim with the schools of tiny fish
under the water lilies,
to sing with the frogs,
and smell the algae and rotting things
until it finds the secret of water,
that accepts whatever space it is given.
Frozen, heated, evaporated,
eventually it becomes a pond again,
that accepts the dead and feeds the living
without question.

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The Pond (A Poem)

Posted in inspiration, positive thinking, tagged , , , , on December 2, 2020| Leave a Comment »

 

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Once Upon Every Season

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , , on October 2, 2020| Leave a Comment »

Life is defined by time and seasons. (Lailah Gifty Akita) 

Late September. Two septuagenarians in a blend-in-with-the-scene white Toyota, travel a county highway. Vehicles of all kinds, shapes, and colors join or pass. With anonymous individuals inside. Some courteous, others impatient.

Did I bring my phone? the man in the white car asks his wife. “Right here,” she answers. “Good,” he says. “I’ll call after my doctor’s appointment. And pick you up at the same mall entrance.” His voice remains soft. She smiles. She knows her limited sense of direction.

Foliage changes colors in a different time frame than traffic moves. The woman wonders when the skin on her arms developed ridges. Long parallel lines. Miniature mountainsides. Her experiences saved inside them as one season blends into another.

She walks through the mall pathways. Sees signs demanding masks. Noses over the top. Nothing worth buying. Construction penetrates her ears.

While the season waits outside. One more time.

Time, it’s been awhile

…Yup, Time, It’s Been Awhile I chose large print with the hope that these words will stay in my memory longer. I sit by the heart monitor that lets hospital staff know my heart bypass is operating A-okay. However, I feel best when I’m not thinking about it. My mind is young. Young! Since I…

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