Category: Poem
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Pink
The crepe myrtles are in their prime I wonder if they ponder their limited time Those popping pink blossoms were just buds yesterday They flourish among the green leaves of the branches I watch them sway The background is a light blue sky With puffy white-gray clouds You know these poems are just me thinking…
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The Calendar Cactus
I stood in the kitchen and flipped the calendar Wondering which phone call, which conversation, will be the last? I’m not sure June has passed Like high school Like my wedding day All times I thought would never come Now gone like January’s flurries Just like my 20s and half of my 30s There’s a…
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Psalm 37
I’m not one for revenge It’s something the Bible warns against I imagine it’s like a poison worse than bitterness History’s shown what happens – when people try to get even Making lists and shaking fists only leads to a hellish existence But I’ve got to admit I think like the Psalmist I’m just being…
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My Ideas
I have a lot of nice ideas Running a marathon this fall Moving to a condo on the beach Decorating it with stuff from Ikea Getting another dog and running with two! – off leash Starting a new job Maybe having a baby When I sit and reflect I realize it’s all suspect I’m a…
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Weed Whacking
Now I know how the hairdresser must feel Chopping the excess really has its appeal It was on my list of adult things to master Like doing taxes and reading faster I told my husband I didn’t know how He simply told me, “Ya just do it” So I did. And wow! He told me…
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No Idols
I asked her if she was suicidal, homicidal She told me she didn’t have any idols She’d been living in a state of survival She said, “I was raised on the Bible” “Everyone tells me I’m entitled” “I don’t want kids”“Sometimes I wonder if this is it” I’m not a therapist But all she told…
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Life with Friends
We’ve known each other 13 years There’s been a million places between A start at the zoo, a launch pad It highlighted a connection we didn’t know we had Not one for religion, you’d say I kept all my preaching at bay Life is unfolding in an unusual but pleasant way I’m reading a novel…
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Little Birds
Jesus said to look at the birds So I do In my front yard garden They’re unperturbed Two little black ones descended on the cement I admired their feathers of shiny purple and emerald – what embellishment! They pecked away at a piece of Milkbone my dog left behind They divided it among their beaks…
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