I wake up as
pure being, stretch
oh so carefully
then clothe
myself in life
another day
in my skin suit
aching back
ease on clothes
make my mocha
morning treasure
diverts attention
makes the day
sustainable
I take a grateful sip
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disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—
they may never turn into anything more than a clumsy attempt, or they might flower.
white hot
knifes through my lumbar
spools around a hip
plans must change
no long car rides
attention to
the subtlest move
and pain meds
yes, blue gel caps
are your friend
your mind is not
remember that
a worm hole
into suffering
oh no! what if?
never-ending?
start with breath
slow and even
move with care
pace yourself
familiar territory
you’ve been
through this
before
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disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more, or they might flower.
Filed under Daily reminders, feelings, memoir, Musings, Poetry
our luck
ragged beginning
misfiring heart
not made right
as his mother
I wondered
my fault?
doctors said no
one in a million
our luck
our luck?
so much trauma
so much pain
still, the gifts
a different kind
of closeness
my sister said
he grew me up
hell of a way
few regrets
how could there be?
beautiful boy
saucer eyes
ready giggle
pulled me in
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communion
for B
you walked the path
toward me
long lean
closer beautiful
friendly smile lines
who is this man
an old friend
my heart said
but for sure
we’d never met
I say you swept
me into a hug
you say I leapt
into your arms
either way
thirty-three years
a long time
those crinkles
lured me into deep
communion
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Filed under Daily reminders, feelings, Love, memoir, Poetry
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