2.14.2014
you opened my heart
that had hidden for
years
you relit my smile
that had slowly been
hardened
you raised up my joy
that had all but
abandoned
you came as a gift
and my faith
reawakened.
my heart, my smile
my joy, my faith
Valentine.
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2.13
young men and women giving
their all, their bodies and hearts
to win something for themselves
and their tribes.
young hiawatha ran the gauntlets
of his day, canoe, arrow, trial by
fire, for the sake of his love and
the indian maid.
nobility writ upon young brows
who will grow older knowing that
once they stood upon the pinnacles
and did not flinch.
even in failure there was no fault
giving all was all that could be asked
and the knowledge that once there
was everything on the line.
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2.13
blank dark black
trees against ever
so gently falling snow
like a woodcut print
we walked hand in
hand to the waterfall
with dog along to
justify the outing
but it was just being
with you, breathing
the same air, smiling
at our inner secret
that nothing more is
needed when I walk
out in the world
with you.
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2.12.2014
winter fire and the animals
sleep, kitty snugged into
her bed, dog’s back
close against the brick
hearth.
wisdom in their resting,
quiet snores from both
affirm hibernation as
the only sensate sense
for below zero.
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2.10
to stop running as if
the wind were chasing
to stop crying as if the
wolf was burying
to stop dying over
and over again
while little children
played on your grave
westing wind now blow
straight through, from time
to place to heart
of stone
stop now, and let night
fall until you can’t feel
it anymore, and your
breath comes softer
and your heart calms into
solace that only the
kindred soul can
know.
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2.9.2014
fatigue has set in as
a weary cloud upon
my horizon
will it pass or is this
the simple moving
of age.
no matter. the next day
will come
as will we
to its gift.
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2.8.2014
the humanist club got upset
today because the local
school took a class to see
a hunger feeding program
up close
that was run by a church
group. wouldn’t want the
young minds to know the
truth that statistically faith
people do more
and give more than the
non faith folks. truth is so
awkward. maybe they
should suggest we stop
MLKing day too
he was a preacher after
all and theolog. you never
know where folks will
pick up bad ideas like
helping others.
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2.7.2014
rose sided tea pot
chipped top edge
family heirloom like
the rest of us
useful but used.
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2.5.2014
a day like others, awake
thinking, eating, breathing
talking with family, children
two, three, four, five
another day to feel the
thank you and observe
do plan act rest turn play
be
a birth day. like others
to be. with people
and appreciation.
and love.
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2.4
hi mom. I brought you this
nice man, and this book I
wrote about the strong
women of the bible.
you taught me all this,
praying on your knees
each day, breathing through
your pain to help me
helping others and being
someone who held us all
when all the hard things
or your life hit.
I know you are there, in
that stained glass window.
your name is on it. from
your loving friends and family
to the glory of God.
I feel you here mom, I felt
you the day I knelt before
an altar and had hands laid
on me.
I feel you now in my sons
and the plates and cups
and teapots that have
passed down.
I feel you in the love I share
with this man who says hi
too and thank you for your
gift of me.
I feel you, miss you, every day,
until I can see you
again to say
hi mom.
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