Poetry

window wandering

idling in neutral
waiting for the quiet of sunrise
within the wake and sleep

I see you all
wanting to tell your story

leaving the door open for you
they all wandered in

it is the quiet
where I hear you, see you
in the turbulence of wind

surrounded by the light and dark
you stood silent, waiting
for me

I’m here
in these moments
listening

poetress ponderings… passing from one world to the next… we’re all still connected… from one room to the next… 100 yards, or a million miles into space… the heart ponders these things as our love ones move forward on their journey from here….

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MLMM, Poetry

switch.hitter

i so wanted to be right i could taste it. existentially the hours passed, the right released it’s last grasp and the left became my lane. tools with blades the worse… backwards. turns out it’s a backwards world. how, when and why did this happen? some days the world would actually turn itself upside down. was it always going to be this way? blades any kind of blade sent me into a spin. how to make it work without using it backwards and turning it upside down. and what’s with all the elbows in my face at a table? i was in my late 20’s before i used left-handed scissors. i tried, really tried but it became a nightmare i couldn’t bear. sending me back to some childhood trauma of trying to figure it out even back then. southpaw, that’s what i learned as a waitress. looking back, had no idea i was training to be a switch hitter. in school playing softball i’d switch from side to side in the batter’s box depending on who was pitching to get a better hit on the ball…. now, it’s all so sweet realizing the left is a unique place to be…. adaptability…. Bloody Well Left is Right Where i Wanna Be

funny how being right is not always the best path…
MLMM thursday music challenge Bloody Well Right

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haiku my heart, Poetry, tanka

30.can.this.be

brush against the edge
the sound of glitter falling
whirlwind the while
sweeping out the room revealed
surreptitious shifting sands

another delightful visit to rebecca’s haiku my heart
my last poem of napowrimo 2021… way past april but must complete a goal…

poet’s note: what a beautiful day… enjoying the sights and sounds of spring… i was thinking of dorothy’s song somewhere over the rainbow and alice in wonderland while writing this poem…. understanding the worlds around us and listening… we might run into alice’s white rabbit… or maybe the mad hatter

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alliteration, Poetry

29.simpatico

casting a net
the water whirled
tiny round spinning swirls

hypnotizing heat
cool shade calm
life still listening

preparation prelude
dinner dancing delight
a two step tango

soft skin whispers
the smallest of hours magic
willow tree branches sway

juncture just ahead
leftovers singing blue
savoring our soliloquy

picking up strands
gleaming the outlawed
fine point favorite pen

tale telling
recollection riot writing
a  sigh surrenders the end

napowrimo day 29. inching toward day 30… though that was yesterday…

poet’s note: today is the 1st of May… a beautiful spring day… telling the tale written in words turning to see… the topics were ‘the process’ and ‘the meal’

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