Poetry Day: Monarch

Monarch

Dirty hands in the garden

Flowers in their places- just so.

Ready now for Monarchs 

as they make their way north from Mexico.

Time and money and work

to get it right and make it welcoming

for these elusive visitors.

A few weeks on-

flowering nicely

alone.

Wandering back to the barn

along the edge of the woods

where wild things grow

stood dozens of milkweed plants

sharing their heady fragrance

with the bees and monarchs 

who were busy with their work.

Strange, just then, to think of me at 25. 

Remembering the time and money and work

to make myself a garden

for a monarch 

and in the end of that-

it wasn’t about the shine and the slope,

the curves and the tightness

the tone or the petal covering-

The monarch settled happily

On a wild familiar flower

We could learn much from

accepting what the monarch wants.

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NaPoWriMo2020 Poem #26: What Will Be Forgotten

inspired by the image by photographer, Jackie Heitchue    jackieheitchue.com

What Will Be Forgotten

 

Such fuss over gold and diamonds

babies in the grand scheme of things

what is a measly billion or two years

growing in the ground

compared to quadruple that

spent

hurtling through

the cold silent universe

passing suns

and solar systems

crashing into other solid objects

and changing trajectory

over the eons

until the smallest

portion-

the most lasting bits-

enter Earth’s atmosphere

and arrive with a fiery show

to be gathered by a wizard

to forge Excaliber

or a ring of simple striated metal

worn by the soul

who truly knows its value-

far beyond that of pedestrian diamonds and gold

that litter shopping mall jewelry cases

This- like a lifetime of gathered wisdom

is the true treasure

we leave behind

as we blaze our way through life

ending, scattered, in the Earth after our fiery show

and guarded by the lucky few

who know our story

they make sure that we are not

what will be forgotten

 

What Will Be Forgotten
Photo by Jackie Heitchue “What Will Be Forgotten”

 

NaPowriMo2020 Poem #22: Looking For Angels

Looking For Angels

 

I

am always

looking for angels

eye to eye

the familiar stranger passes

and dips his chin

to say-

yes

it’s me-

roadway leaves

whirl up before the car

turned from passing wings

reminder

we are safe today

Following the ambulance

in the predawn light

everywhere-

they are everywhere

if you’re looking for angels

Holder of the Earth
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NaPoWriMo2020 Poem #14- My Story

 

My Story

…and when you tell my story-

the one where you cast me as the villain-

do you leave out the parts that don’t fit your script?

do you tell them of love and laughing

do you say how large a piece of heart we shared?

do you mention midnight phone calls

and the shoulder that was yours for the asking?

or will that ruin your play-

if they know you loved me as fiercely as I loved you?

you wanted to write a thriller

but wrote a tragedy instead

do they know?

 

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NaPoWriMo2020 Poem # 9: Just Fine

Poem 9 of 30

Francesco Balsamo Image
Francesco Balsamo Image

Just Fine

 

Overnight,

or was it a decade, I’m not sure

I woke to find this woman in my mirror

it took a moment to find my eyes in hers-

to find the little divot in the front tooth

where Duffy bumped my elbow hard

while I drank a bottle of coke in ’67

a glacial shapeshifting scene unfolds

foreshadowing who is to come

my fine, firm ass has given way

to a tight and toned vocabulary

rising, where my breasts once were

is a warrior who has survived

the breaking of her heart

cancer and the thousand cuts from former family

who worked hard to slice me into small pieces

they could wrap in paper napkins

and sneak into the trash-

being inedible bites to their delicate palettes-

a head of unruly root beer and whiskey hair

has become a thinner landscape

and emerging crown of silver

I don’t know this new woman

yet

or all she is capable of doing

but

I have a feeling

we’re gonna to get along

just fine