you walk to the computer,
sit down
wiggle the mouse
think
why am I here?
look at email.
this isn't it.
Was I going to look up ...
You walk away
it comes to you
you sit down to business
someone interrupts
will you ever get back to it?

Words
don't come.
Where are you poem?
Surely a poem a day is not too lofty a goal...
Write yourselves down!
Make yourselves
known!
Don't
hide at the back of a dusty shelf
unread...
alone.
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five long droopy days of summer in March have passed
given way to glorious spring.
A cloudy morn
it's cover blown off at noon
cheery sunshine smiles down on the garden
of many colored nasturtiums

poetry #1

Thoughts at night
about fierce
talons
claws
might
power
speed

about peace
mist
soaring
silence
being
praying

about life
growing
thinking
breathing
knowing
loving

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active, moving
walking, jumping
doing, making
bumping, thumping
to the rhythm of our own life,
our own drum

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thoughts
swirl
confusion
sometimes leaves me
cold
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piles on tables
papers everywhere
books, toys, materials
scattered, utilized
tossed, dropped
not put away