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 on the outside

a little mite of a guy

within

his warmth and caring are huge

he listens

he considers

he does all he can to help heal

weep in anticipation

anticipate a non-reality

hope for this or that to happen

fear the other because things never

seem to turn out well

it is all imaginings

cowering before the blow is struck

when you might wait for the pain

before crying

serrate clouds

 serrated clouds

tinged at the edges between banks

of purple with searing white

as though recently severed

and now bloodless

jagged gap already closing

healing from whatever divisive

issue between heavenly beings

            would that man’s divisions

            might reconcile as quickly

true friends at the coast

 the most fun day of this year

was the four of us talking

and laughing on the drive to the coast

relaxing, hanging out at the Blue house to watch the waves from the deck

sharing a meal with dark, molasses

bread so rich a few bites satiate

working on sections of that impossible

jigsaw puzzle, sharing about what

has been happening in our lives

and the pains and joys of family

talking, laughing and talking

even louder all the way home

together bonding, knowing

of a certainty that sorrows are picked up willingly

and now carried by more than one  

pale sky, gem blue Pacific

pale sky, gem blue sea

wisped clouds, rippling with waves

reflecting, refracting light between both

hints of rainbows in crest mists

functioning as in the eons

without the interference of humans

WiG response

serious essay about our penchant

for violence provoked deep discussion

for Writers in the Grove

afterwards, a plaintive call for a joke

so, we did a 2-minute prompt based

on the tongue-in-cheek story earlier

about children eating spiders

the gang came up with hilarious

responses - as always, quick-witted

and widely various

our WiGs contribute to much-needed sanity

both daughters

both daughters strong for their families

both aching within for painful losses

but laughing together, scheming fun

in travel plans to fulfill a longing

of many years never realized

until now when they will decide

to make what is yearned for happen

whatever the cost to themselves

to give healing to those they love

selective visitors

a young, curious stag nuzzles

the bird seed tray on my porch

two days later a dark doe nibbles

the finally again-green grass in my yard

how privileged to have such visitors

who make no comment, seem not to see

the lingering dust or messy piles

throughout my house

but only, with gusto, concentrate

on the edible goodies

Thanksgiving leftovers

richer by far

for the laughter

the quips and teasing

the moments of grace

and bonding

the delicious foods from many

kitchens of far-flung family

gathering in thanksgiving

for each other and a world

of supportive love

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healing beyond me

 as a physician, i never healed anyone

my best efforts went to shaping

all around them to help them heal

themselves in God’s arms

this day of remembering

with humble gratitude all

that has been given us, i have yet

again gifted with the laughter 

and caring that heals and bonds

friends and loving family

kitchen on Give Thanks morning

the oven is on low

sweet potatoes, yellow and orange

baking in brown sugar butter

aroma just emerging into the kitchen

anticipating Thanksgiving

smell of the warmth of joy

Ed

a gentleman

having carried two wives

through prolonged and painful

dying, is now quietly succumbing

to infirm age while retaining

his straight back, gentle smile

and stubborn spirit of strength

and giving

it is time for him to move to live nearer

beloved daughter and extended family

but how dearly we will miss him

privileged

 a young stag visited this morning

i did not notice him until he moved

astounding how stealthy

such a large creature can be

if he saw me, he was not impressed

enough to stare me down but came

right up to the porch to check

the bird food tray within ten feet

of me in my nook of an office

what a privilege to live in these foothills

let us know darkness

 let us know darkness

with comforter of stars blanketed

above us muffled in earth mist

before our small faces are turned

with out world toward the sun

let us know darkness of soul

the small, cruel parts of self

we want to deny, for only then

can we face all of who we are

and bring sunlight to our shadow

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humble before nature

given a choice

let’s always to defer to nature

acknowledging our humble place

as we strive to learn

rather than conquer

decision over returning

from ‘daylight saving’

would suit our position

in the universe better

with noon being when the sun

is highest over head

until we learn the true advantages

and disasters of skewing an hour

either way

nature has its own consequences

which we often learn to our sorrow

mri = music rendered inhospitable

mri = music rendered inhospitable

magnetic resonance imaging

must require a percussion band

on steroids to make that much—

i shall say sound rather than noise

in deference to scientific endeavor—

in such a confined space

but it did help to listen closely to

the quality of each sound so the half

hour went by with me being

musically no more understanding

than when i was slid into that machine

in a nutshell

crack open a nutshell

to get at the seed-meat

foreknowledge that nourishment

is to be had that way

needed to be learned

yet we laugh at ‘dumb’ animals

before we take the humbling time

to watch, to study, to learn

there is far more to living beings

‘than is dreamt of’

in our philosophy and our arrogance

retreat from anger

retreat from anger

wait to the count of one hundred

and ten

and then

wait until tomorrow before answering

at times, sleep unravels cause

so the anger can be channeled

at times, the feeling is appropriate

but the response must be moderated

and truth expressed quietly, but firmly

and that cannot be accomplished

if the anger still rules

end justifying

caught in its own war crimes

command center beneath

a children’s hospital where newborns die without electricity to operate

their incubators

these little ones, offspring not of the enemy

but of its own people already

by decision condemned as sacrifice

for world propaganda

such utter devotion to cause

without reverence for human

right to live

is truly terrifying

hungry colors

streaked purple-indigo clouds flung

rude across the struggling dawn’s

as yet undercooked pinks

and mushroom beige yellows

ravenous to devour sunrise