Tag: Poetry

Transplanted

It was the same familiar garden
That she once knew well

Where 

She once grew and thrived

But

Then

The rain never rained
And
The sun never shone
And 
The weeds grew and grew
And
The flower

She waned

So

The Gardener
(in His mercy)
Took the little plant

Tenderly 

Carefully 

Up by the roots 
(so painful, so vulnerable, so raw)

And carried it to

Another 
(unfamiliar)
Part of the garden

Where

The rain rained
And
The sun shone
And
The weeds were weeded
And 

The little flower

Grew

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Rain

I wake
To a symphony of rain
Masterfully played by earth and sky


Thank you Creator


And the parched ground
Rendered deaf from too long without music
Gratefully drinks in the sound
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Little Fox

Little fox

Thank you for gracing me with your presence today

You stopped
I stopped

And we took stock of one another
In silence and respect

(friend or foe friend or foe friend or foe)

We wait 
Momentarily frozen in wonder and observation

And then 

You turn tail and turn

Back to your family
Back to your world
Back to your reality

In which I am only an ignorant visitor

Little fox
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Math (also) Not Math

Bobby has 2 dollars
So goes to the store
To buy apples for his classmates 
(there are 23)
For 15 cents a piece 
(the apples)

Now

How shall he make sure that

Each classmate
(there  are 23)
Gets the same amount of apple

And

How many apples should he buy


(And how shall he carry them
When store is so far
And what if someone doesn’t like apples
Or only likes green ones
And should he wash them
And how shall he cut them
Is there a cutting board and a knife
And he’s never cut an apple
So how he will make them even
And if they’re not even 
Will his classmates feel put out
And will that make recess 
Especially terrible
And will there be napkins
And)
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Come On In

Grief

You arrive unexpected
(yet welcome)

Like friends and family who don’t need to knock but can 

Come 

On

In

(to my house)

My Heart

I welcome your intimacy
(and make space for you to)

Recall for me

Deep
Love

Deep
Loss


Grief 

I’m at home with you
(I welcome you)

Come 

On

In
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When Your Dad’s an Electrician

When your Dad's an electrician

And has a HUGE ring of keys

To every door

(Every)

At the university


He’s obviously in charge

(Obviously)


And when there’s a storm raging outside

And the power goes out

And your Dad gets called in

And he goes 

In

To save the world


Obviously

Eight
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Glory

A glorious spread of yellow tansy
Growing low and long and wide and wild on the shore
Gives me pause 

And

I wonder

What would the world look like if 

It was all planted by 

You

(instead of)

me


I wonder
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Slow

Grinding coffee by hand

Because

There is something sacred 

In

The slowness
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Dragonflies

Tiny brilliant blue
Dragonflies flit
Over and through 
The long long grass
That we 
(by some miracle of good intention)
Left unshorn
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