Late summer hangs in limbo,cold air floats in on the water.The sun reminds me what will soonexist only in my memories. So I soak upevery walk I can get while remindingmyself to remain present, it’s a beautifullife, the heaviness is only as much asI choose to carry it.
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Transition
Mornings whenthe sun shines redamong the hazefrom fires northof the borderI sit at my deskstare at the oceanfeeling the transitionas summer slips awayinto the memoriesI will only half-remember… I see the temperaturedropped to degreesI haven’t seensince spring.
Overcomplicating Simple Matters
Somewhere along the wayI got lost in the wavesand wandered into the hazeof my own making byovercomplicating simple matters.Upon reflection, I am reevaluatingmy own words and choosing tobelieve in what I want to saywithout worry of anyone elsehaving anything to addto my own stance.It’s mine,that is what’s important.Write, I still have timeto continue to spreadmyContinue reading “Overcomplicating Simple Matters”
32
I am now the ageof my favorite numberin elementary school.8x416x248-16128÷428+4When I got 32as the answeron a timed math sheetmy body would relax.My brain didn’thave to do the math -it just knew the answer.
daily practice
look uplook outtouch grasssmell airsee waveslaugh hardstay latestart earlybreathe deepwear socksgo barefootfeel warmthknow yourselfaccept yourselfbe weirdfeel emotionsfree yourselffrom thecage youfind yourselfin thedaily practiceof reality
Sturgeon Moon
Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.
Years Without A Word
March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”
Observations From A Quiet Morning
Listening to the birds singI drink my morning coffeeI will not finish.I wrestle my thoughtscalming them down the waya teacher tries to get1st graders attention“Shhhhh, if everyone speaksall at once, no one will be heard.”
Spirals
In the summerthe spiralsof my minddrift differently.They lingerlonger –causingthe hazeto steadyinstead ofdissipate.I wanderthroughoutthe busynessof the seasonremaining withmy mouth atthe surfacemy bodyunderneaththe waves.
Boats On The Water
I watch boats on the wateras the sun sets the waves causing unsteadinessthe heat of summer has comeleaving me wandering aroundmarveling at how the differenttemperatures make me feelchanges my mental landsapebringing light back intomy days after months ofdarkness I am remindedhow much I love the sunon my skin even whenI get burnedI mistake it forContinue reading “Boats On The Water”
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