A Writer's Life

Living Creatively

Wake Up Call

Nothing will be the sameflower8
happens

This new year’s morning
a whisper,

Hinted future unheeded;
screams

When I try to move –
frozen

It will be OK mantra
erased,

Hope altered and changed
a splat

On the windshield of life
no rag

Torn from experience
cleans.

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Holiday Guilt

Holiday alone?Alone
Shame on you,
Society whispers
Must be your fault
Volunteer, potluck it,
Spend holidays in
A room full of strangers
Because you should
Heart-tearing guilt
Your fault isn’t it?
No family, few friends,
Society-driven guilt
When, in reality,
It’s one single day
Go out, play,
Do what you need
Not what society says
You should do.

Thankful

I am thankful for:Windmill Bistro

Not going to work every day;
Not running out of money until age 75;
Not being unwell;
Not being totally alone;
Not worrying;
Not fighting anyone;
Not being homeless;
Not being without talent and ideas;
AND FOR SO FEW NOTS AND MANY HAVES!

 

JUST DO IT!

photographerI gave it all up:
my job, beloved home
and friends;
being without people
the greatest sacrifice
to spirit.
Alone in a foreign place,
self-talk to do what
I must do
without diversion,
I write down words
into stories –
a warning to avoid
detour activities the
inside voice,
loudspeaker cries to
leave me alone  –
JUST DO IT!

Make’Em Fly

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Close proximity
Denies timidity;
One photo click
A time bomb tick.

Halloween Clown

THE CLOWN

Intrude upon true meaningClowning
And my torturous gleaning
Of letters on a page, weaning
Away thoughts and feelings
And well-fought healings

Art Therapy

ART THERAPY
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Lavender air clears
Dust and cobwebs
Foggy night memoir
Of Van Gogh lust
Showing artist’s cafe
Star-twirling beacon
Guiding creative self
Toward creation’s X
Mapped location of
Unrealized possibilities.

Too Close Moon

Can’t be funny with close-up moon

Ripping tidal wave inside me

Leaving behind dry flaked blood

Reminder of heart beat vitality

Slowed by dark, sugar low depths

Unabridged by mineral residue

As corrosive foam erodes

My comic relief shoreline.

Eclipse

A Silly Writer’s Life

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Putting on the clown!

No luck at Starbuck
Trying to write tonight
My attempt is unkempt
I write long, but wrong
Perceive a story as glory
With illusion and confusion
Proving I’ve spent all talent
My creativity a sad fad
But wait, don’t hate
Nor chastise my tries
To portray sage on page
Or complex life in strife
My worth is re birth,
To live I must forgive.

Senior Take Out

lillies2There is a circular drive, but no order window

Or neon sign pointing the way through

Double doors opened automatically

As you enter and the newest order leaves

Wrapped in black plastic, the cotton and silk

Condiment tastefully styled, not spread;

No added salt or MSG preserves this

Senior Discount, waiting, waiting

For black-suited driver and seat belt gurney.