Tag Archives: nature

Chance to

by

are you back yet
in the corner recesses of my mind
waiting
lurking
like a selfish bumble bee
sucking up all the
flower juices
stealing all the essence
before I have a
chance to breathe–

A New Path

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Reading plastic books to you
begins our life long journey
of bright lit rainbows
kaleidoscope eyes
funny jack-o-lanterns
and mythical cries–
What I hope you’ll see
dear little one
is that it’s all for you
(And sometimes me)
and you could have the entire
blue ocean
The lush green plains
The ancient stoic mountains
Every shining smiling star in the sky
But alas–
They are already yours
And I just plucked your twinkling
tiny butt out
of
it
to guide you
on a
new
path–

Work Weekend 2014

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Sandals that are too small
Dresses that are too big
accommodating my belly
as I wait for a Sunday morning train–

Yesterday I sat by the fire
for many hours
watching the flames dance
as a warm afternoon turned
to a cooler night.
The moon shifted her dress
to say hello
The stars awakened
blinking their
eternal prayer
while communal ant-like me
listened to all the prayers
that came before me
and after me
knowing forever shall
they be–

The Cord

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The
red
pulsating
organ
has been
designed especially for me
for us
the cord
vibrates
bringing you sustenance
bringing you life
one of the many bonds that will
sustain us
that has sustained us
that will continue to sustain us
long after it has dried up and fallen off
it becomes invisible to others
yet you and I know it’s still there
synonymous with the cord
that ties my being to my mother
and her mother to her mother
and to all females
to all goddesses, to Mother Earth
and Father Sky
You and him
have brought forth this power
to he and I
and now us to her
and she will continue to drift
to develop her own
one link to another
a large chain of being
that
lasts
indomitably
for
all
eternity.

Holden Caulfield

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Standing on the edge
of the frozen
Central Park Reservoir
I
forgot where the
ducks go in winter
but
I
remembered
that I love this city
as
I
affectionately gazed
at the massive buildings
so close but
so far away–

All That Shall Ever Be (Will be)

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Asking the women
that have come before me
to explain the unexplainable
the mysterious
the almost complete
unknown
in words
with words
in English
the magnificent birthing journey
from beginning to end
asking them 5 simple questions
to gather information from the more
experienced, I
wonder if my naiveté
is real or if this is just
called being knowledgeable
and prepared–
So then why do I feel this
dull aching feeling
that I’m doing the wrong thing?
Is it my pre-programming from 30+
years, the images of childbirth and child-rearing
television pictures of what it’s “supposed”
to be, rearing it’s ugly head, annoyed
that I, how dare I,
question what was so “freely” given to me
the spectacle of motherhood
there is no other way it could be!
except–
there could be
and I am making it for myself
the wondrous, ancient image
dawning here, in my heart,
TRUST
SURRENDER
STRENGTH
once again, to reclaim
all that was ever mine
was yours, and
shall be
forever
AMEN.

The Breathing Universe

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The moment of clarity
that descended upon me
as I walked down the street
coddled by gray skies
and still swaths of clouds
told me in an instant
that I am still a powerful woman
a dynamic set of molecules
integral to the thread that
makes up

the breathing universe–

Cat’s Meow

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In the evening
the cat’s meow
for food.
It’s more like
“oowwwwooo”
which means
a certain someone
really wants food.
She’s hungry and
I don’t blame her.
After a long day
of sending out
radio waves of love
and balancing the
earth’s energy
and zapping all the
negative extra-
terrestrial voodoo
rays,
I don’t mind
feeding her
kibbles
one
little
bit–

Resting

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What yoga position have you
created this morning?
Something certainly new
like you–

I have moved clumsily
between cat’s stretch and
child’s pose and a few
cat cows
trying to relieve the pain
of my lower pack
and bring some solace
to the pulling in my
belly–

My other half rests next to me
stretching himself
eyes closed
then open
looking somewhere
far into the distance
one hand behind his head
another resting on his chest
red shirt

“What are you typing?”
He leans over to ask again
I haven’t answered
as I’m trying not to
lose this
train of

“Oh, a poem”

thought.

And so we’ve stretched
and scratched
and stretched and
stretched
waiting for the moment
the signal
to begin the day
in the best possible way
in my most humblest way
in gratitude for
rest–

Go Away Forever

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A steady rising of the sun
this morn
clearly
logically
naturally
every morn
and still
The World outside seems blue
even as my lamp shade gets dimmer and dimmer.

My favorite lines
have been
Disappearing
one by one
down a cavernous
semi-living
hole
mixed up in social media
and I feel I’ve
completely lost
control–
I wonder lately, though
if I’ve completely lost it
or if we’re just taking a
small and serene
mental break.

But this morning you told me
the tall men have
come to you again
Those shifting shadows
in the night.
I thought we worked
so hard to make them
go away forever?
I really thought
I really thought
we made them
go away
forever.