Tuesday, December 29, 2009


In the newspaper this week
a small paragraph
two girls;
sisters driving
from here to there
2:30 a.m. into the jersey wall
just going too fast
but this isn't jersey
and now they aren't
here or there
merry nothing,
how many times
did their dad say
slow down
how many times
did their mom say
too fast
how many times
did the sister driving
or the sister riding
say you worry too much
just let me live?
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Thursday, December 24, 2009



A beautiful white-haired lady
and her handsome white-haired husband
both dressed in Christmas best
approached this row as I watched
She said in a loud voice
"Well if I'm not elderly,
I don't know who is,"
and she sat down belongingly

while I sat nearby, smiling
because of the posting
for the obvious Pregnant
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Sunday, December 20, 2009



wheels spinning,
feeling slightly stuck
despite so much left to do
slow and steady
earns me grace?
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Saturday, December 19, 2009



Snickerdoodle Saturday

The best part about Christmas
is everything.
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not dressed up,
nowhere to go,
could it be any better
than this?!
let it snow!!!
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Friday, December 18, 2009



December roses,
after months of bounty,
take a last gasp
before the icy hand of winter
bids them
"sleep"
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Thursday, December 17, 2009



always,
I find solace
in those places,
those images that have brought peace
to my brain
since I was small

my God is an awesome God;
but His mother is from Venus
and so am I
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009



ultraviolet
radiance

Hosanna
streams from the radio
and it's a message
of hope

hold
out
hope!
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009



As dreary as these days
have been,
it just takes a peek
at magnificent color
to feel alive,
a December get-away
from so much grey.

I'm already counting,
waiting for the leaves
to return to the branches.
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Monday, December 14, 2009



Hospital windows,
portals/
escape routes to return
to air that I can breathe
without feeling sick,
hopeful signs through glass
that life goes on,
despite the whispers
within these walls

Heal
them
all,
bless
every
one

Don't
let
anyone have
to pass hour upon hour upon hour
sick
or alone
or sick and alone

Look,
I can see my car
and it's all I can do
to not run for it,
full-speed,
through a window,
if that's what it takes
to get
out.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009


To take something whole,
cut it into shapes,
move them around for a few
minutes, or for a few hours,
or for a few days or months,
and to put it together
to create a brand new
something,

that delights me,

To have a bit of control
in the midst of a mighty
and powerful world
where most everything else
is entirely out of my hands,

Rotary cutter
rulers in an assortment
of sizes and shapes
threads and beads
at the ready,
a bountiful collection
to choose from,
I climb out of my brooding abyss
surrender frustration
deny fear
and allow the hum
of my sewing machine
to mend the gaping
holes in my heart.
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Saturday, December 12, 2009


Pain
is something we
as human beings
are guaranteed,
at some point or another.

Suffering,
however,
is a choice.

Dear God,
please nudge me
to experience
pain of others,
so that when
it's closer to home
I can
feel less alone.

And Dear God,
I am grateful beyond words
that you have given me
three gifts to better cope,
fiber,
a camera,
and words,
a multitude
of words.
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Friday, December 11, 2009


all
fall down

and we all
do, sooner or later

stunned,
shaken,
disbelieving
that the unsteady ground
would give way
to elastic legs,
and slippered paws

in a brittle-boned
betrayal
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Thursday, December 10, 2009


Happy Birthday Emily Dickinson

eighteen hundred poems,
really?

how wonderful you
bothered to write them
and how wonderful someone
bothered to count.
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Saturday, August 29, 2009




Why, why, WHY???
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Monday, July 13, 2009



fireworks burst and
light up the sky
while petals explode
in the flower garden
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Sunday, July 12, 2009



Purple coneflowers again
they take my breath away!
every single summer
it's as though
I'm seeing them
for the very first time,
these old friends.
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Saturday, July 11, 2009



a baby blue jay
clinging to a magnolia
posing like a pro
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Friday, July 10, 2009



sometimes the things that most
pain me are tiny and barely noticed by most,
grey nuanced subtleties and prickles,
rather than splashy, full-blown atrocities

I think I respect a shouted I hate you
more than a whispered I know what's best
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Thursday, July 09, 2009



Black-eyed Susans?
Really? Why not
Brown-eyed Donnas?

(Life is so unfair.)

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Monday, July 06, 2009



prehistoric posies, all silver and spikey
conjure my imagination and I search for
bitty dinosaurs under the leaves
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Friday, July 03, 2009



I spent the day trying to catch hummingbirds
and the night trying to catch my breath.
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Wednesday, July 01, 2009



"Crocosmia Lucifer"

I had never met one before today!
How could something so wonderous
be named so poorly???
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009



I keep coming back
to flowers; maybe because
they don't let me down?
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Thursday, June 18, 2009



come on over and
see my pantry; it's disguised
as a crepe myrtle
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