A troubling fall
Undone esteem
A mother’s pall
informs the dream.
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Shrinking violet
Being too-long hesitant
to mount the steps
makes one grow slipper-bound,
complacent in regret’s denial.
Greenish in hue
from watching the passers-by take to flight.
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In plain sight
~It wasn’t like you see in the movies, with large looming ships and lizard people, or elusive saucers seen in the corners of your eye. They were here all the time. Growing in sacred shade. Pressed beneath chosen boulders. Outliers in walks of life. Watching, until now.~
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Image: https://pixabay.com/users/victoria_borodinova-6314823/
sunroom
By Meg Sefton…a gentle insight into the way many of us are feeling, I reckon.
At exactly 7:44 a.m. the sun rises above the line of covered garages across the lot from my garden apartment. Until today, I had not opened the vertical blinds in my living room at precisely this time. Before the rising of the sun, I was already awake and had learned the wind will blow 30 to 40 miles per hour today, that the temperature was 45 degrees. I sit on my sofa with the sun stabbing my eyes, spotting my vision but I do not close the blinds. I like it I have greeted the sun. And I like the way the 30 to 40 mile per hour wind is blowing the tall pines beyond the garage, dappling the sunlight, causing it to shift and dance.
I am sad a neighbor is moving out. With the rising of the sun…
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Somehow Dawn — O at the Edges
Somehow Dawn I don’t know what to say. Or how. Feeling that I am on the upslope, not close. Not wrong. I want to be that hollowed space in the hackberry’s trunk, the calm of darkened light. And more. Some honey, dripped from the spoon. A house finch, fluttering. I will whittle my losses, […]
Somehow Dawn — O at the Edges
Shut in
From the outside,
a look through my window would show
a room
deeply darkened to a purpose.
A face
faintly strobe-lit in glints of grey.
There are melodies that I can’t hear,
and beauty that I can’t see.
Don’t mind the puerile smile.
It is there to a purpose, too.
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Image credit: Man Portrait Darkness – Free photo on Pixabay
An ill wind (haiku)
In this day we lay-
the world beset with harpies.
Oh, Pandora, why?
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Art by John Williams Waterhouse
His highness
These small mercies
ought to leaven the days,
I know.
But the dustbin of me,
now,
runs on fumes
and sees its own dryness.
Double-dares the Devil
in all of his highness.
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Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
In 1964 my father put the entire family on a plane and we all flew to Washington D.C. It was to be a two week ‘educational’ vacation. I was 13. It was more than educational. It was a trip that framed my outlook on life. The experiences of the entire trip from Washington DC to […]
Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
Rest uneasy
Fell thee asleep with the lights left on.
Apart, hidden safe
in plain sight, ’til now.
When,
by green dawn,
the dark birds of your dreams
come home, once more,
to roost
[Image: J. Heiden Photography]
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