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minutes to look at clouds
seven minutes between frantics
to lie on my couch looking at the clouds
in layered blue-gray, even tinges
of purple-green, some butting
some seeming settled into immovability
but moments of giving myself
permission to breathe in my new home
and know how deeply blessed i am
unminted gold dawn
pale sunrise of washed-out orange
and unminted gold
but navy-blue horizontal clouds
and distant hills and far distant
mountain silhouettes
patterned by branches in black
of near-by pine
gift from Miller and Thompson
haiku
a gentle anthem
re-dedicates despite pain
or war, “I Choose Love”
resentment
again resenting as the same people
take without acknowledgement
and the leeches demand more
when i feel i need help
that it is the same people i have
worked for for years should tell
me that nothing has changed except
within me
admit i am hurt, tired, overwhelmed
and protect myself to allow me to heal
as resentment is almost as defeating
as whining
stone walls
each step met by a stone wall
frustrating but coming to be expected
most frustrating because i am less
and less capable of handling
the challenge on my own
but i will get this done. I will.
painful question
i have a question i do not want
to put to paper
the implication of what happened
to me twice
is something i do not want to be
true
but if it is happening to me, it is
happening to people less able to
defend themselves
and i cannot simply turn away
fear > adventure
we know not the night sky
having turned our light to pollution
the black velvet is more a musty gray
but we feel safer crouched in our hole
as fear triumphs over adventure
since we last about that long
haiku
quaint marks in the sand
drawn by stick in time to laugh
at human serious
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transient
huge, fluffed flakes in a transient blizzard
flung against the windshield
of my daughter’s car as she gave me her
warm vest to take me home from the hospital
after staying with me for hours when
when i could not find the words to speak
meteorologists had promised again and again
for weeks, but still the snow did not lie or
stay, only promise, threaten and show before
leaving with a taste of disaster to be heeded
dawn steals the velvet
dawn steals the velvet of night
so slowly claiming sun’s paling
of the sky to silhouette tall pines
and etch distant hills onto the horizon
your part in your imprisonment
feeling helpless feeds
the power of the deceiver
who cares nothing for your pain
moods of early February’s sky
moods of early February’s sky
winter, watercolor sky surrounds
my seventh floor apartment
giving me perspective beyond
residential rooftops now glittering
frost and the west hills of the city
glistening in patches of white
gray-blue demanding that i find
my paints in unopened boxes and
attempt to capture on rough paper
the moods of early February’s sky
and distant, evergreen hills
piercing the sky
elongated, fluttering arrow point
after arrow point nearly-continuous
flying south in the hundreds
now that western Oregon is convinced
that snow, sleet and ice will soon
overtake this so-far-mild winter
late start but coming
haiku
chill plus rain tonight
sleet and snow in the offing
January winter
learning to say no
rather than feel
resentment
i need to say no
i am here because i have
needs i can no longer
handle on my own
i have so little left
to help others
i must say no
to what you ask
and even demand
of me, take it
as you will