Everyday Stretches

24 Apr

listening hard

listening openly

listening light

listening

hugging hard

hugging openly

hugging light

hugging

writing hard

writing openly

writing light

writing

accepting hard

accepting openly

accepting light

accepting

loving hard

loving openly

loving light

loving

every

day

*  *  *  *  *
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30 poems in 30 days

the babysitter

23 Apr

My baby sits

on the kitchen floor,

waving backwards

while I put on my coat,

tears welling in her eyes,

rolling down her cheeks

silently. We have a new

sitter and my baby girl

needs weeks with a person,

sometimes years

to feel close, to feel

cared for, cuddled, safe.

*  *  *  *  *

This is only the beginning.

She’s not even one

but she knows

this is not

what she wants.

My heart breaks

in two,

in five,

in twelve

I need

to be strong,

offer love and

smiles and

reassurance and

I am and

I do, but

my heart breaks, too.

*  *  *  *  *

So when I pull out my

phone ten years later

and text our favorite sitter

to see if she’s home

for the summer,

it is light in the sky

and birds in my heart

I hear

when she says:

YES.

*  *  *  *  *
National Poetry Writing Month

30 poems in 30 days

Arrival

22 Apr

I unlock the door
to silence and one wagging
dog, not two. Hello?

Hours later, maybe
fifteen minutes, twenty days
later, they were home.

frosty window

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National Poetry Writing Month

30 poems in 30 days

Hold it Up to the Light

21 Apr

I paint myself

into a corner

unwittingly,

a-buzz with

possibility.

I lay each

color down -

bold, heady, right

- always believing

I’ll change what needs

changing, I’ll

blend what needs

blending

when the time

comes

but

it never does.

 

What I need

to learn

to do

instead

is sit

a moment,

select one

idea,

shuck it like corn

and hold it up to the light

before I begin.

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

Cruiser

20 Apr

My hair flies back, spring

sun on my face, my bike pink

as an Easter egg.

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

Easter’s Eve

19 Apr

basket 2

Everything begins to bloom

Apple blossoms sprout

Silliness

Tantalizing treats

E searches for her basket

Reach, baby, reach! Delish.


- an acrostic poem 
  by Miss E and Me

Oh, sunshiney day

Chocolate and jelly beans

I love that bunny


- Haiku by Kellysue

I

like to be outside

on Easter

in the forest

because it is peaceful


- a 5 W's Poem by Miss E


Thank you to my family, who chimed in over dinner to help me reach my “30 poems in 30 days” goal.

basket o eggs

S-T-R-E-T-C-H

17 Apr

I lie

on the

table and my

arm is stretched

(not by me) past the

point where pain begins,

into the white light zone,

exceeding my threshold

to improve my range

of motion –

 

Not unlike

this morning’s

conversation about

whose story is whose

and what power there is

in the telling or not telling

and what it means if I share

words that aren’t mine, even

if I’m given permission –

 

Where culture constricts,

where race and class collide –

 

And my reach, as my arm

becomes fully my own

again, and where

I’ll land when

I stand all

remain

to be

seen.

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

Cats

16 Apr

Every time I curl

my fingers over the keys,

there’s the curious cat.

up to Dec 27 2012 1970

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

Girls

15 Apr

If, in young friendship,

a promise is born

of hope and wishes

only and remains

unkept, then whose

heart breaks more?

The girl waiting

for the promise to be

fulfilled, or the girl

unable to fulfill it?

And if each girl

understands

the other,

and they

move on,

stronger together

for what they know,

are they really

as young as

we, the adults,

might believe?

 

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

Bath

14 Apr

Hot, hot, hot steam releases

weeks of dot-the-i-and-cross-the-t

kinda days, soaring up to the ceiling

swirling soon down the drain.

Hot, hot, hot steam fills

me with yes-I-can and what-if-that

kinda thoughts, bubbling into consciousness

sudden and welcome. Some taste

like banana creme. Some slip away.

Hot, hot, hot steam hisses

on the surface of the water,

making me whole.

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

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