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Vows
Do you know how hard it is
to write your own wedding vows?
Especially when you are made of words and words contain multitudes
It’s important to choose the right ones
for brevity
for clarity
for wit
for love
But how can I do that when
every time I write of you
I write leagues
Every time I speak of our love
I sing for days
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When I was very young, my mother grew a garden of tulips
Bright yellows and rich crimsons and deep indigos
Little fireworks against white fencing and tufts of perfectly green grass
Small paving stones like river rocks carving out a lush path
We always had tulips on our dining room table
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9 steps to Build a Garden
Step One
Ask your garden if it wants to be a garden. Look for an enthusiastic yes.
Step Two
Use the land’s bones to turn the earth; soak with rainwater and bury your feet in it.
Breathe.
Step Three
Wait for a storm. Stand in the thunder. Listen to what it tells you. Sigh softly, and wish the garden good night.
Step Four
Ask the seeds where they ( Read more... ) -
Poetry Dump
Windows down
Air hot and dry and friendly
Feet bare against the dash
Warm wiggly toes and wide grin
I can feel the earth moving
I think it is you
Writing you love poetry feels so
tacky
(young)
((scary))
Poetry is honest
the lyrical beauty and lean form of letters
bypassing the mouth and teeth
moving directly to the hand
the eye
the pen
the page
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In the Style of Hemingway
He had the loping grace of a large predator cat, but one that hadn’t quite made it to full adulthood. He moved like water around obstacles, elbows bent and wrists loose as if constantly ready to catch someone or something, managing to look both elegant and clumsy. It was the kind of relaxation of one truly unaware of themselves. He had a face ( Read more... ) -
Musings
I don’t know if I’m far enough away to really be able to look back on it - how long is acceptable, to wax poetic on things in the past? How much do they need to be in the past? I ask because I’m never quite sure when something is done, or if anything is ever really done. Are chapters in our lives ever really closed? I still think about them. They ( Read more... ) -
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It used to be all of my therapy was done
On the page
Words falling across white paper like tiny footprints
Flecks of ink or soot over fur or snow or sand
And formatted just
so
small punches to the gut and an
occasional clothesline
I would scatter myself and gather the ends of
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late night poetry
My hair is like silk ( Read more... ) -
So this is terrifying and it shouldn't be and that's why I'm posting it
I've been thinking about this for a while. I've been trying to come to grips between the things I have been hearing, learning, now as I grow older, as this generation becomes more vocal, and the things I had been taught before. Not by my parents. Not by anyone specifically, even. By society. Those ingrained lessons you learn as a child. Girls don't ( Read more... ) -
Wee morning hour musings
It's been a terribly long time since I've used this journal. I wonder sometimes if I really need it anymore, but am loathe to get rid of it, mostly for nights like this, when I'm awake when the rest of the world sleeps ( Read more... )