A Tale of Two Poems

3.11.2019 [A Tale of Two Poems]

you get up later

go to bed earlier

and you nap in between.

hmmmm…

prep?

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you get up later

go to bed earlier

and you nap in between.

hmmm.

works for the cat…

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Ashes ashes

Ashes, ashes,
we all fall down.
But not yet
and not now
nor scattered on the wind,
’till, yet commingled
with all whom we loved
and have been loved by,
we rise.

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the floor creaks – July 16

7.16.2018

the floor creaks when he moves on it,

yoga windshield-wipers turning

knees to right, arms to left.

 

houses, bodies, all reveal

the stressed turnings

that time steals.

 

he should notice, his friends say,

the tread that is passing.

but if that’s the price,

 

he replies, it’s well paid on,

for moving, easing,

day on day.

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blessing – June 23

6.23.2018

Isaac reached out his hand

and set the words free,

powering of their own

changing things forever

no taking them back.

 

bless them in their joys

and in their sorrows,

I said, in their life

and in their death.

 

there were tears in his eyes

and in mine.

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old shoe – June 19

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6.19.2018

the old shoe tells its tale

worn, inside and out,

fabric solid and comfortable

a friend in need that has

molded to its wearer.

 

replacements compare,

but none quite so kind.

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irish quilt – June 20

6.20.2018

the irish quilt,

green and ruddy

gold pastiche,

pulls me in.

 

earth born, air

sent, solid weaving

of an ancient spell

sings to me

blesses us

 

above, above, our

marriage bed.

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root forgiveness – June 14

6.14.2018

I asked the root family

for forgiveness this morning,

the one’s that I dove deep

into, trailing every last noodle

to their safe places beneath

rocks and ripping them

out from probably years

of spreading. My back

went out shortly after

going back a third time,

as if my viciousness went

beyond reasonable for

the sake of having flowers

to grow and as if weeds

didn’t have any place in the

world at all in my plant

genocide.

 

Balance is what nature asks

not desolation. mutual respect

and room perhaps for all to

find a place,

 

I asked their forgiveness, and

release from any curse upon

me, the curse that used up my

back muscles in their overstraining.

 

it took conscious thought to not pluck out

the little sparse green flakes that

had re-emerged.

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