Thursday, May 16, 2019

Sisterhood


I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.    
Emily Dickinson




one third of a trio
the oldest is me
responsible, yes
'tis me to a “T”

second in line
peacekeeper is she
her flip side - a prankster
and rival for me 

coming in third
quite bold at age four
daddy's li'l sidekick
funny to her core

three is our number
equation intact
sisters forever
 our blood-sister pact




Saturday, March 9, 2019

Humanity Where Art Thou

Gormless:  slow to understand

folks with intellectual disabilities
do not live in a vacuum ..
they know an insult when they hear one
inferior? not on your life
at first glance they are dismissed
different from the norm .. scary
people mumble ‘retard’ 
their ignorance is palpable

there are lessons to be learned
from those so thoughtlessly labeled .. 
for them, inner and outer limits
have no meaning
no matter how small
every challenge overcome is a victory
something the truly gormless 
simply cannot grasp

Monday, March 4, 2019

Cheers to Life

1986



This poem is not the end
This poem is a beginning
This poem is a celebration

This poem accepts life as fragile
Not willing to cash it in
Not yet ~ if it holds any sway
Adventures galore wait beyond the horizon
This poem is not the end

This poem is a beginning
It knows after a life-altering event
There is a tomorrow, embraces it
With outstretched arms and a broad smile
This poem is a beginning

This poem is a celebration
Weddings, babies, graduations, anniversaries
This poem wants it all
This poem is a tour de force
This poem is a celebration

This poem is not the end
This poem is a beginning
This poem is a celebration






Saturday, March 2, 2019

Remembering


A Haibun consists of a brief prose portion with a haiku at the end of that portion. Hai means poetry and bun means prose. At the end, the haiku brings the whole of the prose together.
Haibun is not flash fiction. It is an autobiographic writing or, a truthful accounting of something that has occurred in your life and directly affected you.




I cradled Mother in the crook of my arm, touched a single tear as it escaped her eye, blended it with my own and listened as her breaths became increasingly shallow, like tiny sips of air. Sighed deeply as she breathed her last ~ privileged to serve as escort ~ to where her loved ones dwelt. No longer a prisoner, free to soar, at last. 

beautiful facade
 windows and doors fastened tight
 trapped inside her mind




Monday, February 25, 2019

Spring Snow


Spring is Just Around the Corner ~ one can hope! 






snow blankets my town
not a creature is stirring
not even a mouse

is spring a figment
of my imagination
say it isn't so



Saturday, February 23, 2019

Bend, My Town


~ the word puente means bridge in Spanish, 
this poetic form features a one-line bridge between two stanzas ~


Pinterest, Jill Rosell, Bend Oregon


Jaime Weatherford, Bend Oregon



from a different perspective,
underbelly of a bridge
spanning the Deschutes

 { pay attention to the magic }

of water’s reflection,
the rainbow of colors
bouncing off trusses





Saturday, February 9, 2019

One Singular Sensation


wikipedia



One singular sensation
Every little step they take
Strutting their showgirl bodies
Cool as cucumbers, no distractions

Eat your hearts out
You can’t have us

One singular sensation
Every little step they take
Eyes fixed straight ahead
Professionals strutting their stuff

One singular sensation
Every little step they take
Obvious at twenty paces
Untouchable, elegant, classy

Eat your hearts out
You can’t have us




Saturday, January 19, 2019

Legacy


This image of my family and Ms. Mary Oliver's words 
have anchored the bottom of my blog home page 
for what seems like an eternity ....




"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life"
Mary Oliver ~~


i have eschewed 
the straight, the narrow 
and trust i have inspired the same
in you







Sunday, January 13, 2019

Hollow Haiku







A need to return
To an age of innocence
Was it ever real

Their words feel hollow
Posturing at its lowest
Falling on deaf ears

My core feels hollowed
Like Sleepy Hollow pumpkin 
When will it all end

Hollow words fake news
Our nation topsy-turvy
Who do we believe






Saturday, January 5, 2019

Listing




I feel an ache deep, deep
inside these old cold bones
my frame lists in the wind 
like the hull of a yacht
though i no longer consider myself  
yacht-worthy 
lounging on-deck with with the tanned and toned  
more like dinghy-worthy 
pasty white, wrinkled and crinkled 
tossed about here, there everywhere
on a cloudy frost-covered morning



Happy New Year!





Friday, December 14, 2018

Good, Bad, Ugly

Dear Toads:

Ms. Monroe chooses a relative unknown to co-star in next film!

(my) Revelation (a funny)

Howdy, hello
Want you to know
I’m over it all
Ignoring the call
Kardashian, Swift
You get my drift
Who really cares
Who really dares
Admit they‘re impressed
With them and the rest
Where they buy food
Photos half nude
Media fawns
I stifle yawns
The way that I feel
Just keeping it real





Monday, December 10, 2018

Calm Before The Storm




she poses 
trance-like 
high above the clouds
and problems vanish
carried away on the wings
of birds 



Thursday, December 6, 2018

Missing Them, Still


For this challenge, write about change and the wistful sadness around that change. Be brief - no more than 150 words.  Try to write in the Japanese style of brevity and minimal description.  



1948 Ralph & Ona


no need for clocks
no need for watches
death comes on its own time frame
like a thief in the night
stealing your most precious possessions

Friday, November 23, 2018

I Love You





infinity exists between the darkness and dawn
night is falling
soft, pierced by the beating of our hearts
in sync, an S.O.S.
through shadows, across oceans 
a signal to one another 

I love you, I love you

a signal to one another 
through shadows, across oceans
in sync, an S.O.S.
soft, pierced by the beating of our hearts
night is falling
infinity exists between the darkness and dawn




Saturday, November 10, 2018

My Pine Now


Cherita is a six-line poem in three stanzas. First stanza is one line, second stanza two lines, third stanza three lines. The idea is to write a short story in six lines. 



after auctioneers took

what they wanted 
leaving nothing but you in all

your spindly sparseness
i saved you from a gruesome death
and look at you now





Friday, November 2, 2018

Death

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing  
e.e. cummings



{in the style of e.e. cummings}



there is a look -though it
causes anguish I have 
watched as loved ones passed -their faces 
hopeful peaceful and 
I heard singing



Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Play Ball




Begins tonight!


When summer fun has ended
and autumn leaves begin to fall
baseball takes the center stage
~  the "greatest show of all"

Frenzied fans soon pack the stands
they scream and shout and cheer
~ time for the World Series
best games of the year

Fans keep track on scorecards
each pitch and steal and run
fifty-four outs - nine innings 
or 'till the game is done

Eyes trained on the umpire
it's three strikes and you're out!
no spit balls, scuff balls, mud balls
umps must leave no doubt

And when the games have ended
a champion has been crowned
fans know they've witnessed something
something quite profound

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Notebook(s) Poetry







Poetry for my Family
Hundreds of Poems
{ Time to begin a new book }




Sunday, September 23, 2018

Color me Green









Color Me Green


green signals go
escape and goodbye
time it is flying 
shapeshifter am I

transformed by steep mountains
forests deep green
fresh air and rivers

unspoiled and clean

green means renewal
harmony .. life
absence of malice
conflict and strife

color me greenly
from head to my toe
carry me gently to
where the winds blow

moving and changing
I'm staying alive
green is my color
a place where I thrive






Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Ah ~ Caprese!


 


Caprese how do I love thee
let me count the ways/cities:

A Caprese virgin in Chicago
the combo of tomatoes, basil, olive oil, mozzarella, fresh pepper and balsamic ~ hooked forever 

years passed ~ ordered my fave 'round the world 
big cities, tiny towns, small hamlets 
so many, so many variations on the
Caprese theme I lost count

and when I thought I had tasted every possible variation ~ 2016, Florence Italy

real deal, sure thing, no competition
gobbled down the all-time, hands-down
award winning Caprese

might have been the city, the dashing waiter who served me, the Chianti ~ no matter

we know what’s on the menu today








Friday, August 24, 2018

Smoke Rings



Reference point ~ the last line of an e.e. cummings poem: 
“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”




smoke slips a 
ring on the finger 
of the setting sun
no happily ever after
sadly an
eerie death sentence 
in summer's evening sky

Monday, August 13, 2018

Meandering




I was a crooked line
straight and narrow
 not the path I chose 

over the edge
felt a little naughty
a lot more fun 

straight and narrow
might have won the game
sealed the deal 

'twas not for me
not my cup of tea
I was a crooked line


Monday, August 6, 2018

Survival

Adolph de Meyer (1908)



beauty has lost its purpose
bent once, twice, thrice


imagine if you will
the climb uphill 


after each fall
standing tall


standing tall




Friday, August 3, 2018

Doppelgänger





Doppelgänger

see all her faces
identical it would seem
variations on a monotonous theme
which face is real
how could it be
probability exists
there are many like me