Monthly Archives: April 2012

DREAM STUFF

Yesterday I awakened from a dream in which I drew much adulation.   Today I awakened from a dream where I was ignored and shunned.   And I am stunned about the wanderings of my mind in dreams.   They … Continue reading

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I OBEY MY DNA

I don’t always find what I’m looking for when searching for a poem on my computer screen — a screen that’s blank until I move my finger tips.   I’m still awed by process — occasionally very pleased with content … Continue reading

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THE ROWING MACHINE

The rowing machine has brought my feet a little closer to me when I go to put on sneakers and socks.   In addition when I close my eyes and pull I find myself on the old lake and memories … Continue reading

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WANING ENERGY

She built a little tower with some little blocks. And then she built a taller tower with some larger blocks — a tower that exceeded her six year old height.   She did a lot offer things that pleased her … Continue reading

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NEEDLES

What do you think about when you don’t have anything that demands your attention and perhaps your expertise?   Lately, I been considering NEEDLES.   How in the world do they make them and put that hole in one end … Continue reading

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PORTRAIT: A PROUD WOMAN

She was struggling to push her tricycle toward home very early in the morning.. it’s rear basket held some groceries. She inched along the roadside, looking as if she soon would fall, just barely keeping her balance. I became a … Continue reading

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CONSIDERING ALL THINGS…

“Considering all things, we…” — often the reply when asked a simple “How are you?” You hear it on the telephone when talking to a friend.   Such claims require elaboration.   The situation might be detailed beyond your capacity … Continue reading

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DAWN’S PUDDLES

Walking toward mud puddles at dawn — then viewing them sideways after a storm has cleared is something some folks do — but likely, just a few.   At first the puddles appear black — they then turn gray and … Continue reading

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SOMEONES

There is the feeling you feel when your see something so compelling that you wish someone was there with you to share it.   And the someone may become someones and they may be near or far away.   They … Continue reading

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POTS

When he reached a certain age he began to notice pots residing on the middle parts of many of his male peers. And those, he gazed upon with leers. But then one day when he looked down upon his naked … Continue reading

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