Come Find Me!

I wish I were Up high in the trees Where I could see the lives Of loved ones and animals Where I am protected Hidden and smelly Safe and soiled Unknown to anyone Unknowable to all Freshly seeing the world Youngish and churlish live yet brilliant Contentedly passing time Never to be found wanting Never […]

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Her

This very day staring at the water Lapping kissing frolicking An edge of life My mind flips to the smell of blood Her blood; our blood Why now? Who’s? Where am I? When? An entity on a gurney Scraping sounds with clacking wheels She is covered with Splotched white There is a hush as I am pushed up against a […]

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American Fugue

Definition of American Fugue: A period of loss of awareness of America’s identity; often coupled with flight or departure from our known environment.   Rigid frozen cumbersome. She cannot call up her tears They choke sway remember Push hold her breathless Think of the ending The ending of pain ~ Rough harsh intermittent insolent driven relentless […]

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Uncried

  The flowers are dead My son is dead Papa is dead Du is dead All five Rescue Animals are dead America is dead. Family relations are splintered Friends are reluctant Art weeps for Small signs of healing The lake the lake Into the lake of countless tears Uncried tears from my wearily-torn heart. August […]

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Hanging

I hear not one clipped violin what was he thinking, I wonder was his heart broken into splintered mountains of God’s hands tired and weary, yet guiding shoving leading affirming breaking ending in a minor stunned chord hanging we are hanging and left questioning forever. August 25, 2017 Meldrum Poetry ~ prompt: Samuel Barber’s Adagio, […]

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Rain

Water falls Each drop suspended Landing in my hair On my shoulders Dancing on my tongue Pooling little mirrors On the sidewalk It makes me laugh I feel such joy I do not use an umbrella As I dance throughout my reality.

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Waken

wakened with anguishing Cracked heart pieces Numbing adoration for Humans Unkind Unnecessarily unkind Mean-spirited Harboring ill Harming ways Blood screams of Silence Where might I go? Where do I fit? Where do I belong? Hello, Fawn ~ Great Spirit God here, Remember how your heart always seemingly Stays open to those who don’t Fit or […]

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Yet Another New Therapist

What brought me? I tell her the story of my Mayday Mayday Mayday at my daughter’s I tell her of my discovery After years of various therapists Of ten years of dehumanizing dissociated Conjugal intimacy Mixed with choking blood porn violence It takes a few breaths and beats of time My throat catches It comes […]

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Suffering

I understand My psyche is not okay Never has been Yet It does not have to Be this way I have mistreated It by giving It a responsibility One that is incomprehensible And causes a broken Weak Unsustainable psyche Signaled By fear and incessant neurotic Thought.       (per Singer “Untethered…)

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River

After fifty years my heart and the Snake River overflow from the greatest snowfall winter ever. Why can I not maintain an engaged and purposeful life with continuity with consistency? Why am I now overflowing with harmful thought? Am I like the river? How can it be that I am lost and confused in the […]

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Tender Mercies

Family might grow these in a real Tender Mercy Garden Sometimes it is friends ~ Whoever steps up to offer respite for our tired and wearily ragged souls Try to understand They adore you and want you alive safe and thriving Be aware of their weariness in the event you overextend them Allow spaces Allow […]

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Mayday Mayday Mayday

… and the Great Spirit steps in. I’ve left my Florida lake cottage for San Francisco. My first-born daughter. Her precious husband. We are together and within a few days we will fly to Santa Fé, New Mexico. We are deeply excited. We go to art galleries and watch lovely documentaries and movies. It is […]

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