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 […]

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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 You are adored and they want you alive safe and thriving Be aware of their weariness in the event you overextend them Allow spaces […]

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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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I’m Tired

Can it be that human suffering is growing exponentially each day I waken? Could the suffering get any respite from this cruel world? Could we educate our young to ease the suffering as a gift to humans? Why is it deeply ingrained to cause hurt? OR Am I only seeing one side or that I […]

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Bastille of Hope

Lost yet found I volunteer as one in personal Recovery choosing to do service in an arena in which I am naïve ~ intrinsically naïve. Invited by a chair leader somehow finding the right place. A front desk angel welcomes and directs my journey. Anticipating fragility and anguish I find myself traversing deeper and deeper […]

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Dear Death

Imagining I am at your Door the Door of Death ~ for I believe our lives are fleeting blips on a giant screen covering vast landscapes  of time ~ Yet, back to Dear Death (may I call you Dear Death?) Now, I know you are the Great Equalizer, since no one person can escape you. […]

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Waiting She is coming To be With. Through trial ‘midst family partings She appears Again and Again. The pulse, beat and rhythm Of life’s messy journeys Won’t keep her away She comes. January 12, 2014 Lago de Crystalle

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Shiny new squeaky clean His breath is minty His teeth even and white The belly of his muscles Extend past normal Jeans tight against his crotch Shirt taut with the weight of his breath He smiles and caresses His own body There’s no one home. May 5, 2014  Meldrum Poetry   Prompt: Pateh’s Song “Let […]

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On Her Breast

The circle of life and death tattooed on her breast She walks daily to lay a fresh hand-woven wreath at his grave Whispers of dull aches scream in her bones. Longing to hear his laughter Feel his breath Quiver under his weight She is at once broken and renewed and she walks away.  May 5, […]

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Stems of Knots

It is dark woodsy heavily scented A blossom beckons to me I lower my body Into the lush growth And stay For a while. May 5, 2014 Meldrum Poetry Workshop  Prompt: Marilyn’s Painting

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