Her days were filled with gardens of delight
more flowers bloomed against a field of green
if only the deer would not come in at night
there would be more to pluck or to be seen
but these animals some slugs and even blight
make their way into her beds and in-between
on pathways laid out narrow and some wide
she labors the days away to stem the tide
Month: May 2017
Hino Crimson
just another name for an azalea
tucked back beyond the pond
more blossom than foliage
it struggles to keep heads up
sunny days make it vibrant
hummingbirds are lost in it now
Cockroach
see it running on the floor
it went down flat under the door
before long it’s running back
here or there to find a crack
this is a most peculiar bug
as I see it going under the rug
whenever we meet in the hall
it darts towards me and not the wall
no way I am going to step on its shell
the sound of a crunch will make me yell
I step aside and let it go by
it will have to find a new way to die
Last Night Cleaning the Frig
still cleaning out the frig
and the cupboard
still have carrots
great with homemade hummus
can of tuna for tuna salad
500 degree oven for tandoori bread
I ate well
enough for tomorrow
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For real, did not go to the grocery store for two weeks. Ate and created with what I had.
Write
How can I not write after all these years, these months, these days. Now the avoidance of time. I am no longer in a hurry. The poems will right themselves or disappear never to be seen. Either way is a blessing. Only when the work is done can we rest and there is so much work to do. I am tried of procrastinating my life, of not believing. Tried of every sunset where nothing was done and the morning comes undone. Breaking the inertia is the hardest moment of my life.
See the alpenglow
What better sign than this one
To start a great task
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