If I Hold My Breath

If
I place my foot
just so

I make a hole

There is a place
at the end of my walk
that is an eternal puddle
sometimes a pond
but that may be
a dream

My ugly brown
boot
can make a hole
or a splash

or a dream

and I lose
myself
in thoughts
of microcosm/
macrocosm

and wonder
how many storms
did I start today

in my empty
universe

and if
I hold my breath

can I stop
the apocalypse

13 January 2019

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I Am Woman

Twirling
and swirling

and
I am
a teapot

dancing
and glancing

and clouds
looming
with promise
and gloom
and dark
coming

glamour
and magic
incantations
skirts trailing
the damp, dark
ground

Song
more sigh
than sound

the bird
in the bush
cocks its head
to listen

and I am reminded
I am woman

12 January 2019

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Thursday, 10 January

Words:

slow
listen
wait
gentleness

Thoughts of Gratitude:

I am grateful for those who listen

Today was silver and gray and sometimes a soft heather charcoal colour. It’s a season I forget about until it is here, these gray winter days.

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RandomPhotography: Katie, my bestest girl

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Clocks

This room

full of clocks

telling time

telling stories

 

and me dizzy

and falling

and waiting

to hear

my story

 

This room

full of sighs

and time

forgotten

 

and me

blind

and bound

and waiting

 

counting

each heartbeat

breathless

in this silence

 

lost

in my own

longing

 

6 January 2019

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Poem in Anthology: “The Larger Geometry”

One of my favourite poets.

Zouxzoux

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I’m pleased to share that I have a poem in a new anthology published by peaceCenter Books. Proceeds benefit the interfaith peaceCenter in San Antonio, Texas which promotes Contemplative Practices, Experiential Education, and Nonviolent Actions. I’m honored to be a part of such a worthwhile cause. Books may be purchased on Amazon and will soon be available from peaceCenter. This would be a great holiday gift for the reader on your list and very much in keeping with the spirit of the season.

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Fading Memories

The rain falls
my lips soften

Slowly
I remember
to breathe

Waiting
for my world to stop
and the sun to rise

fading
memories

like ripples
in your pond
before it freezes
for winter

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