I miss shaking a newspaper,
folding it closed, washing
black ink from my fingers,
feeling accomplished before
moving on with my day.
Instead, I hopscotch a crazy-quilt —
CNN. BBC. MSNBC. Fox. Round
and round, site to site and back,
never washing the stain
of sad news from my heart. Continue reading
All the flowers, poems
cards, and teddy bears
left on sidewalks
after someone died
somehow
don’t fill
the painful void
where a person
we loved
once lived.
Only progress
toward justice
can ease the pain.
A little.
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June came late,
after May rains slanted,
and gardens were planted. Continue reading
A world
afire with color
and rage
against those
who don’t see
color
as beautiful
as precious
as connected
to all of us.
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On the edge of a knife,
words sustain my life,
address
my stress
and lessen household strife.
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time to bloom
when the sunshine calls,
let loose
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The scent of spring soil,
wet and loamy,
is the scent of beginnings,
of hope and faith. Continue reading
rain-soaked soil squelches,
toad high-hops, hip-hoppity,
among green shoots
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Any vessel
can hold
light.
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my mother’s birthday
missing her, feeling alone
yellow butterfly
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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ William Butler Yeats
Notes: Thanks to Hanna at Hanna’s Walk for reminding me of this quote.
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