On my side of the world the winter solstice is here. That makes for a long, long night.
Here’s hoping your’s is comfortable & calm.
poetry
It’s officially Autumn (Summer Adieu)
BTW A happy belated birthday to Stephen King, the king of horror. 👑 Yesterday (September 21st) he turned 75 years young. Here’s to many more. 🥂
🎉🎈🎈🎈🎈 🎈🎂
I was going to post 75 candle emoji’s but my finger started cramping. 😉
Without further adieu, let us recognize this, the first day of fall, with an aging poetic piece.
Summer Adieu
It’s out of the flip-flops and back in the Reeboks
and long pants dug out of the dust
So long to the tank tops, bikinis and cut offs
and lawn chairs left lying to rust
Adieu to the sand dune, the pelican and plain loon
My loves, we’ll see you `fore long
Leaves drop as trees swoon, long past the crop moon
With the scent of a sweet autumn song
Let’s all take a big swill to ward off the night chill
Winter’s a season away
Crank up the camp fire; avoid the ole quagmire
With children perched high on the hay
More about the Autumn Equinox at National Geographic
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Vulnerability
Being vulnerable enough to look [honestly] at yourself – at your past is the hardest thing some of you will ever have to do.
I wish you strength. I wish you healing. I wish you peace.
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Shubunkin (Friday’s Free for All)
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Waiting
A pinch of poetry to season your tacos.
HaPpY Tuesday Y’all.
from Getting me Back (The Voices Within)
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In the Storm (April is National Poetry Month)
(#NPM )
In the Storm
I reach for you…
With every crack of thunder
I hear you laugh…
Your smile is every bolt of lightning.
The drops of rain, you touching me,
with unsalted tears…
No more pain; no more regret.
I raise my arms,
as a child beckoning to be held
and it pours.
My grief is washed away by
stinging pellets of a spring rain
Leaving behind a clean slate
with only memories of the most mundane,
most cherished moments of my life.
Credits:
I created the cover from a photograph I had taken.
The heading image (The Storm) was created from a compilation of images I found at Pixabay. (Thank you Pixabay contributors).
The poem, In the Storm was taken from this twisted book of poems. And… guess what?
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Another Spring (Another #NPM )
Another Spring
You were hiding,
waiting there beneath the frost
so much more patient than I.
My soul beckoned from a wintry slumber
Fretful and anxious
Weary and depressed
fearful you had abandoned me and then
as promised,
you appeared.
Breathing life into the naked limbs; into the bare breasts of Mother Nature
until Summer’s heat met autumn’s leaves
and reminded us that change is inevitable.
Now…
too soon,
you will be nothing more than a bright spot
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As If #NPM
As If
As if your shoulder brushing against my breast
in a crowded room meant anything to me…
As if your smile would thaw my frosty heart…
As if your constant assurance could overcome my cynicism…
As if the invisible boulevard would never rise up and beckon.
The street lamp glows in the bleached mist only three floors below us.
I blow streams of smoke into the black night and hum to the drone of the unseen road.
Be steel my bleating heart!
Be quiet! Be silent, hard steel.
As if wearing your tee-shirt made us lovers.
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From Getting Me Back (The Voices Within)
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It’s April 1st and That Means …
Yep!
Why Poetry (from Getting Me Back)
Because it hurts deeper
Tastes sweeter
It is time to kick off National Poetry Month. #NPM Sooo- let’s get this party started.
Laughs louder
And lets me know I’m alive
Write on!
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International Women’s History Month
Happy Friday y’all!
March is Women’s History Month so I thought I’d share this bit with you.
Every year, March is designated Women’s History Month by presidential proclamation. The month is set aside to honor women’s contributions in American history.
The poem below was inspired by the sage advice I received years ago from an elderly lady who truly fought to make a difference in the role (and treatment) of women in society. I feel she made a historical impact by influencing the small groups around her. She certainly left an impression with me.
I won’t name her because her M.O was to act subtly and not bring attention to herself. Surprisingly she got a lot accomplished with her (ur-um) antics. RIP A
Women’s Liberation
We did not burn our bras but wore them proudly; Holding–supporting–glorifying the mammary glands that would feed the next generation;
For the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
We did not give animated voices to our vaginas for the world to hear but let them speak in secret whispers that moved mountains.
We did not make a spectacle in the streets to prove our equality For we knew in our hearts [already] that we were superior.
The above poem is from Getting Me Back (The Voices Within)
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