Tag Archives: Poetry

Sweet Betty’s

Yesterday mom and the girls out to Sweet Betty’s. Full with banana crepes I posed a question I was struggling with. My sisters sat up leaned forward listened attentively seriously offered me their best. Go to the woman. Tell her … Continue reading

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The Masters’ Words

Into bones The masters’ words sink Stiff & brittle Cracks & crevices Bathed in silence, softness, light Renewed form emerges From webs so tight a strangled voice utters no sounds No place to go No escape from tangled thoughts The … Continue reading

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A Letter to Myself

Last year, on January 1st, this question came to me, “Sad girl, why do you stop me from doing things?” This year, came a letter to myself: Let this person be who she needs to be If she was not … Continue reading

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The Greatest Woman

Unknown Lacking nothing There is no favor to curry. The greatest woman is nobody The greatest woman is completely FREE. Transforming. Healing the vestments of the need for acceptance she becomes light and flies free. The winds blow easily with … Continue reading

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From Denise Levertov

‘Living a life’– the beauty of deep lines dug into your cheeks. The years gather by sevens to fashion you. They are blind, but you are not blind. Their blows resound, they are deaf, those laboring daughters of the Fates, … Continue reading

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In the Gray

Wandering around in the cloud of this day. . . mist climbs the hill, nestles in treetops as November wanes. This gray has no words. Am I forever lost here? Nothing. Bleak. Yes, a pit of my own making. But … Continue reading

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Reading

I read not so much to learn but more to plant seeds.

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