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

rainy day poem

Hurrah!
Our gutters are rushing and fuller and fuller
the leaves are wet and smashed to the ground
the new garden greens are growing and drenched.
Wet jackets and tights litter our entryway and
galoshes and open umbrellas cover our porch.
Cats are hiding hunkered down in dry spaces
droplets race down our windows
coating of car dust is gone.

morning poetry

Breakfast Together

 

I get the carton out

she selects two brown eggs

and cracks them 

while I hold the bowl.

I take away the shells while

she teases them with a fork till the yolks disappear

I plop a spoonful of bacon grease into the black skillet and turn on the fire

she continues teasing while the grease melts

I pour them sizzling into the pan and tilt it

We watch them puff up.

In a minute or two I slide them onto a small china plate with roses on it

because it is her favorite.

She asks for salt and pepper then digs into puffy egg bliss.

 Raccoon puppets. I made owls too (not pictured)

 Re-usable sandwich wraps and snack bags.

I've been sewing feverishly for a local holiday bazaar. Cats and raccoons are made from felted sweaters.

Check it out if you are in Los Angeles Saturday Dec. 1, 2012 Memorial branch Library 11-4
 4625 W. Olympic Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA 90019 - (323) 938-2732

100% recycled journal

recycled art journal/notepad I used this chocolate box and a brown paper bag which served as a drop cloth to make this accordion book.