they never saw it.

She never saw how big his nose was……

she was longing for his lips.

She never saw how he talked at people….

she was listening to his brilliance.

She never saw how he kept his hands to himself….

She was watching how skillfully he could build with them.

She never saw how he grew tired of waiting …..

She was keeping up with his skis.

She never saw how he turned his tongue to attack…..

She was looking for his sense of humor.

She never saw how he hoarded his time….

She was admiring his independent spirit.

SheI never saw how his heart wandered……

She was watching for his eyes.

She never saw how his decision was made….

She was alone.

the woman in the moon

see, full moon eclipsed
after longest night returns.
how brightly she shines!

what is the stuff all about?

“A room is not a person,”

said the voice.

Opening the door to find no one there,

but

the room was filled
with photographs of
faces, quilts and crocheted afghans,
boxes of clean books about cooking,
clothes bursting from the closet,

closing the door against the effort
of the crooked frame
and the stuck handle

decidedly,

the voice was right.

Scrooge Finds Love on a Rooftop

give it all to charity,
all the stuff we hoard
behind windows
walls and doors!

give it all up
if it ain't
needed
no more!

live without it!
but, need it, we think?
like a warm coat,
or a stiff drink,

even hugs, and talks
and some hot soup?
- trash it like ashes,
- like cat and dog poop!

but some lights pull you upward,
eyes lured like a fish
to a rooftop's lights
a target "X",... for a wish.

inside the house, mother
three children and dog,
who gave up to cancer
their dad and his love.

Don't give up on the light
don't tear up the cards
don't toss out the touch
don't hold back the words.

Sunday 160: rain heals (revised)

Hellish tears
shudderingly shed
spill over, damned
out my head

cleansing hands
of fear and dread
depressurize deepest
longings abed

to loving
forgiveness
ahead.





This is a poem in exactly 160 characters, including spaces.  This meme is hosted by Monkey Man HERE . post your own on Sunday, and let us know!

In 55 words 25 Gifts in 25 years, no charge, unreturnable.

Winking

Wading waterfalls

Laughing

Tenderly leaning
Listening to our days
Cooking side by side
Serving our family
Tasting your omelets

Puppies and kittens

Sewing Halloween costumes -
   character paired!
Sci-fi fascination
Skiing faster speeds

Sharing Pachelbel

Reviewing the Renaissance
Exploring space

Opening a gift –

   handmade!
Awakening naked
Touching pleasure

Electric currents

Gently

Creating

Offering

Admiring

(no refunds if thrown away or broken.......even if sorely missed?)

tear down the veils

Wish I had a time machine

Turn around and you’d be gone

Before I saw you through the curtains

Surrounding my life, shading my soul.

When I sink down in the fog

Blindness dogs me with it's veils.

Buried in my opulence,
It’s simply Clarity I crave.

I’d lost my mojo, further gone
More than you’ll ever know.
I know exactly when I found It,
Borrowed from a friend’s soul.
Boys are cute and men are strong

But seasoned souls have lived the song

What I’m seeing, never before

The colors are clearer without the veils

When they return I fight and moan

I writhe and run to arms or home,

To open expression of honesty and love

To find my way to the Clarity I crave.

It’s a Rent, a rent in the veil

You’ve torn a Rent in my veil

 
I posted this older poem before, but I've cleaned it up for the general public.  I'm dedicating it to the counselor I'm seeing for the first time today.  Today is a good day, one step on the path.......

New word of the year:

I know there's a poem in here some place,
I just feel like refudiating anything creative today,
...but I'm gathering up steam to work on it!
...

...




I repudiate
any refute
from you
and refudiate
condoning
your behavior!*

( The new word of the year, of those chosen by the New Oxford English Dictionary, is 'refudiate'

CBS news: "From a strictly lexical interpretation of the different contexts in which Palin has used 'refudiate,' we have concluded that neither 'refute' nor 'repudiate' seems consistently precise, and that 'refudiate' more or less stands on its own, suggesting a general sense of 'reject.' "the New Oxford American Dictionary said in a press release..........While Palin may have made “refudiate” famous, she is by no means the first person to coin the term. According to the New Oxford American Dictionary the Fort Worth Gazette was the first to publish the word in 1891. Nor is Palin the first politician to combine refute and repudiate; in 2006 Senator Mike DeWine asked “Fox and Friends” viewers to “refudiate” comments made by Senator John Kerry.)

 *ugh! Ha, told you so.

Give up?

Give it six months she said.


If we can’t feel

a warmer sun,

budding branches,

flowered gifts,

give it up,

and take Spring.





This is a poem/short story in exactly 160 characters.  Read more HERE at Monkey Man's blog.   Write your own post on Sunday and let him know!

friday flash fiction 55, Filling Space

all the stars

in the sky,

all the space
in between,

all the galaxies
hidden in telescopes,

cannot fill the void
in my heart once filled

by your voice,
once held in your hand.

Today, in full view
of the hollow room
empty words form a single
galaxy between us

a heartbeat
fills a universe.

This is a poem in exactly 55 words.  Post on Friday, and let our host G-Man at Mr Knowitall blog know it all.  Have a great weekend!  I'll work on the humorous edge of my writing from now on, this piece just sat on the keyboard waiting for me to turn on the juice.....I had no control over the little monster.

Wordless Weds. = Tuesday Toes

Alas, these are not mine.  I am a pedicure virgin.

This pedicure was the decoy for my room mate from college, while we set up her surprise 50th birthday party.

How many of you, male or female, have had a pedicure?

For Dec 8th

death of suffering

enlightenment renewal
bodhi re-birthday






Dec 8th is the celebration of the day of enlightenment of Buddha.  Happy Bodhi day coming up to Buddhists out there.
In this picture is a huge black sea lion, and a tiny young white one.  My 16 year old son took his two friends and I on a grueling hike 4 miles up the canyon above this coastline. (see "Take Me", last post).  At 50, I found for the first time my knee failing me on the way down.....
hopefully just a wake up call to build up to this by staying in shape.
enlightened,
peace.

photo: P. Spaulding

Take Me

Take me to

the ocean's side,

into
primeval rain,

beside the surf
above cove's curving

rocky shelter of
egret and seal,

below the source
of vapor's veil,

to life upon
the misty trail,

past rivermouth,
to the source

of springs,

climb among the creeks,

beneath the peaks

of wind and rain,

where clouds still
covet the ravines,

past dessicated-white
coyote scat,

over slashed
shale shard and quartz,

pine and redwood
form paths and beds,

with yellow bay leaves
and banana slugs, 

upon which sycamore's
phosphorous furnace

illuminates the sun's

chlorophill catalysts.

Take me to

the mountainside

to face life's struggles

with sweat and pride.

Quiet

In the quiet
I listen for you

I reach for the filament
Through the firmament



Of course you are not there
Not really



But when I can touch It
Something moves



A vibration of
Our oscillations


Your scintillation
my conflagration



And then
in the quiet



all the unrest
has burned away.