June 11 1940
It was yesterday –
jitterbugger selfie sticks? –
Metro display blip
19~8
When I was young there were three:
Punk~Rocker, the worst Cheater and the one who was Mean.
Older without wisdom the next one went Running. For awhile I was Hooked before the Last met death coming.
Should have left them first.
My Literary Friends- Hour 9
I was a lonely child
Few friends at all
Except Jane Eyre,
Jo March and her sisters
We went on adventures
Had great romances
Searched for financial security
Kept our morality and integrity
We crossed the moors
We took off to New York
We were writers together
We were on the leading edge of women’s rights
We were governesses
They were with me
A misfit with literary misfits
leading me, helping me
Navigate an unkind world
Through the written word
Homesick (Poem #9)
Tears swell in my eyes
Pain in my chest
An ache in my heart
My body feels weak
My life feels like it’s not moving
I am so far from home
Yet getting so much closer to going back
I am away
But I know I will be back home
The feeling of being so far from you
The homesickness
The feeling that part of me is missing
Only a few more weeks
This feeling will only be here a little longer
I cannot wait to reunite
To be in your arms
To feel your embrace
I’ve waited my whole life for you
Just let me come home
I don’t want to be homesick anymore
North
Our temperate climate has grown balmy,
so maybe it’s time we head across the border
to Canada,
find a place where our children and theirs
and theirs and theirs can survive
for the next millennia or so.
Survival
of the fittest
or the fastest.
What it comes down to
seems to be migration and luck.
Note: The title comes from the novel, North, by Donna Jo Napoli.
What is this feeling that I am experiencing I can’t breathe so many things are running through my head so many emotions I can’t identify. I feel that my heart is still breaking and my trust for anyone has gone away. I feel like I cant trust what anyone say. Even those I feel is being genuine about they’re feelings. Will I every trust again or even love. Or have my past and present situations kept my guarded.
The Messenger
The night descends upon me
As I must continue on
Though shadows now assail me
I must arrive by dawn
The failures of a lifetime
Confront me on my way
With rein in hand I push on
Single minded I shall remain
Until my tasks are done
I cannot stop nor sleep
With miles ahead before me
My word I now must keep.
Prompt 11: The Jātaka Tales
Were I to come as a wild thing.
By what form would learning bring:
flora, fauna, insect slug,
ant or bird or black tautaug?
If I were born to poor disgrace;
Would you yet see a human face?
Black man, white man— in between,
would you think; I know something?
There are truths to learn from all.
Buddha teachers— great and small.
Open up yourself— discern.
All are books— from all, you learn.
Keep Your Place
linger where you belong
safe, secure, secluded
I am the mighty one
the leader
venturing to greener pastures
stay in our nest
snug, serene for me
let it enclose you
think of it not as a prison
but as a refuge
I am all you need
all you need
you’ll find in my arms
under my protection
and if I must at times
exact discipline
to keep you safe
bow to my wisdom.
I am woman
Hour 7
The scent of warm redwood and pine
and golden light dripping between the branches
of a California forest afternoon
and you lean back in your chair
beer in hand,
and sigh contentedly with the trees.
There is no life like this
not like this
I step onto the patio
my bare feet dusty and stuck with sap
you smile, I thump forward
and ask about the barbecue
will there be ribs tonight?
Maybe this is a thing that happened
and maybe it never did
because it must have been a vacation
and I was a child
and you were a dead man
and the places we meet are as fleeting
as the shadow cast by a moving bough
in a California forest.