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NaPoWriMo 2022 #2 Emergence

out of hospitals

out of isolation

out of depression

out of rehab

out of all the places

where we have been frozen in our private winters

unmoving except for the mind

emerging slowly from our inertia

it will take a moment

standing on our unsteady legs

learning to walk in this new world

slow

like spring

and we will not be looking

like the healthy blush of summer

until that time arrives

until then

for awhile

we’ll resemble

dirty piles of snow on roadsides

bits of paper blown into the fences of our hair

just cold, wet, gray of April

when you see us outside again

but look at that

just there

beneath that piece of newspaper

a flower bud

fighting its way up

to feel the sun again

give her a little time

and she’ll emerge

as a brand new

primordial forest

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NaPoWriMo 2022 #1 Red Rocker

The last thing out

of the old storage unit

was the red rocking chair

and with that goes the final

physical tie to

this place on a map

where people used to find me

on some soft wind

maybe you can hear

me singing to my children

as we rocked

drowsy head on my shoulder

breath evening out

eyes slowly closing

“So goodnight you moonlight ladies…”

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Poetry: From Nothing

from nothing                 by mimi difrancesca ©2021

the unseeable

between 

everything- 

that 

dark matter-

that blackness 

beside the stars-

the infinitesimal space 

between the smallest of particles-

that is where I began

moving out from nothing

taking physical form for 

this brief dance

and then-

i will leave a shimmering trail

of light and spark

behind when i return 

to where i began-

i am something

from nothing

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Poetry Day: Rogue Wave

Rogue Wave

out of nowhere

he knocked me off my feet 

and pulled me under

deep into his world

i never struggled-

happy to drown

in all that surrounded me 

i traded air for water

and separated from the world i knew

floating in filtered light

Rocking with the current 

until much later

When he was done 

and took me up again

To lay me on the sand

where I stared at the sun

and let it burn me 

until I hurt everywhere

inside and out

he was my rogue wave

there and gone

as if he’d never been at all

somewhere below

on the side of a shipwreck

i etched my name

in the soft wood

with a broken shell

proof that i was there too

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NaPoWriMo2021 Poem #30

Well gentle readers, this is it. The last of the 30 Poems in 30 Days for National Poetry Writing Month in 2021. Some came easy. Others were extracted with forceps through an orifice that will not be named. Like getting the lactic acid moving in your stiff knees, if nothing else, rising to write for a month straight will get your creative wheels greased and moving again. It’s time for longer pieces now. Maybe some painting next. Whatever you do, follow the words of Joss Whedon- “Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.”

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Poetry- A decade poem

every decade i write one piece to shatter through the detritus that gathers in life. beyond an aging body, deep in the archives of our hearts are things that transcend all we are because they were defining moments that turned our path towards a different future. ~birthday present~

I Remember

Oh, yes

I remember

the exact color of your eyes-

I saw it once

flying over the Atlantic 

at noon looking down

on the blue gray ocean

I remember –

hard angled jaw

magnet for lips

tracing across

towards your quirked mouth

long curious fingers-

emotional barometers

their constant motion

seeking new experience

your velvet steel

fusing to my spine

creating something else

from what I was

your voices –

the deadliest weapons 

in your arsenal –

your day voice-

contagious laughter

like iron bells

ringing on a summer afternoon  

rattling my heart cage

but that other voice –

spoken in dimmed light 

and darkness 

coaxing 

instructing

encouraging 

demanding-

that voice

was felt

between the legs

causing a listening soul 

to crawl towards it

begging 

for its life giving water

Oh, yes

I remember