Poetry

Childhood Dream

“When I grow up I will have my own house.” Her inner voice would repeat “My own place, yes complete with a pet.” Her childhood dream. Closing the door to what ailed her, She wished away the years to adulthood She plotted, “Now I’ll sneak around. . . A little cape may do.” Marriage, children, work. Common living, The little house served […]

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Poetry

The Winter of Wind (and no snow)

Howling in the morning blowing in the afternoon Winter of blustery wind I will remember you I listen for the rhythm of breathing as it informs a runner’s endurance unable to grasp its contents as Mother Nature has taken over Her noise becomes the norm tree tops dancing, daring to snap unsuspecting and interrupting the […]

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Poetry

Pebble in the Water

Pebble tossed in the water does not move yet its ripples reach wide and far Sometimes decisions are difficult to make While life continues in its fury. So, the yarn stash remains still Pattern overload in full throttle Blog shows lifeless While ideas are abundant Running clothes neatly folded Rather odd for ‘an athlete’ in […]

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Poetry

It Takes Time

It is supposed to snow in December a Winter Wonderland to unfold With winds expecting to blow The air meaning to be chilly. It is expected to honor the calendar The decorations to go up Lights to beautify and celebrate cleaning and preparations to be well underway During a holiday season. It is Nature’s way geese flying […]

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Poetry

Dog’s Day During Allergy Season

snore snore snore lick lick lick lick scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp pant pant pant pant pant clammer, clink, clunk, clammer, clink, clunk pound pound pound lick lick lick lick scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch lap lap lap lap lap jump run jump run run run run pee […]

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Poetry

Toads

Small toads mingle among the weeds. I see their movement as I bend down, hands toiling remembering the joy of childhood play. It is humid again this morning.

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Poetry

On Kindness

Gift bouquet for her, found on desk, brought home and admired by him. No card, but giver identified.   Flowers lovingly placed in a vase. A thank you for an act of kindness.  He positions, re-positions tulips in different rooms as the day wanes carefully carrying and turning the bouquet into the sunlight. She said it was for putting others first.  […]

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