I Saw My Mother Dying

I saw my mother dying

Can recognize when someone is about to give up life

“That’s life” an old woman says at the library when the copy machine won’t copy

“That’s death” I say to myself

in between is limbo

Her strong bones frail now

meds keep her under

she wants more

skin pocked with injections

she doesn’t want to know me

what’s the point

she is dying

it can happen to anyone

at anytime

you don’t have to be old to die

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I Saw My Mother Dying

Cockle Shell

“………silver bells and cockle shells”

picked up on the beach

such an ordinary shell

broken to pieces

or sometimes whole

colors from browns to gray

ribbed on the outside

their wholeness is

a secret compartment

that holds heart flesh

til split in two and drifts

to you

Cockle Shell

More Than

Less than a week of being off the water of the mighty Colorado River, my body is still rocking. Some call it disembarkment syndrome when your mind is sensing movement that is no longer there.

My mind returns to the shore of the Grand Canyon, Poncho’s Kitchen, thick sand, rock ledges where the silent scorpion was ready to pounce on a moth that night. How it glowed white under Danny’s UV light and we watched it move in its own darkness.

what we cannot see
hidden in summer shadow
more than time and space

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dVerse prompt on sounds of summer – most scorpions make no sound – saw my first one while camping on the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon

More Than

The Antiself

I would sing a song of myself
but I can’t sing

Write a story where I am the main character
but I can’t write about me

See a picture thinking this is I
but make it someone else

Now I sing of them
instead of me

I write their story as though
it were mine

it is a picture
that moves through my time

Now I can sing
write
see

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dVerse prompt on a song of myself

The Antiself

Into This Life

Bad dreams

Wake the sleep

Are anything other than

Bad experience or

Sickness

Gone away or

that sadness and

A suicidal melancholy

How ridiculous to believe

That no one loves your

truth?

It’s all that we have

How did I ever forget the

Beauty of life

I was so asleep!

We are all in a bad dream

You’ll say, I can’t believe

You can believe in

yourself

Sit

back and laugh at

temporary circumstance

One day you will look

Far deeper into this life
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NaPoWriMo prompt using a Rumi poem

Into This Life