Conscious of you

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The day rolls out,
Empty but full,
Of unmeasured tasks,
Which never are through.

Every ring of the phone
An old sorrow-filled voice
Another full story,
An offer of grace.

Awakens a consciousness:
Conscious of needing you,
Needing you whole,
And needing you strong.

So I love all in all.
And I’m present at best.
Until I’m alone,
Without all the rest.

With my own consciousness:
Conscious of needing you,
Needing you whole,
And needing you strong.

The unbidden the sorrow,
The bodily pain,
What life had become,
And couldn’t sustain.

What I come back to
Is where you came from,
And how much you loved us,
Each and every one.

Home to my consciousness
Conscious of being you
My making you whole
And feeling strong.
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for my mother, who died 4-11-2008, and for my brother and his wife during this week's vigil with her mother Mabel....who is close.

Sunday 160 Cuesta Ridge

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Cardio
Pulsed

Uncharted
Course

Lifetime too
Brief

Embrace your
Belief

Mountain to
Shore

Account for
more

2400
feet

Palette
Peaked














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Friday 55 Georgia O'Keefe

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Georgia O’Keefe

painted flowers.

As a teenager,
I saw:

mists of salmon pearls

blushing
to scarlet,

around powdered

grey petals

pulling out

lapis irises.

Concentric layers

of receding facets,

opening outward

and tunneling inward.

Shadows draping,

light spacing

the forms embracing:

motion,

vibration,

repeated

impressions.

Now, I so often recognize

Georgia O’Keefe

painted more than flowers.

This is a poem in 55 words.  If you want to participate on Fridays, post your short story or poem in exactly 55 words, and let G-Man know, HERE

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What is it about flowers in Spring, or on significant days, or for a funeral, or for gifts between lovers?  We know the effects of chocolate historically and biochemically.  So.... does anyone know why flowers are so intoxicating, .....really?

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“Nobody sees a flower, really, it is so small. We haven't time - and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time.
If I could paint the flower exactly as I see it no one would see what I see because I would paint it small like the flower is small. So I said to myself - I'll paint what I see - what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it - I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.
...Well, I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower you hung all your own associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see of the flower - and I don't."
-Georgia O'Keeffe quotes.

-California Lupin, photo by JT Giese, 2010

Home-cation #2

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Sometimes life slows down,

enough to become contemplative,
savory, infatuated with the moment. 
For many of us, this is not
a reality-based world.

So the secret life of poetry

is like a door I open and close,

into a maelstrom, or an opiate-den,

or a moment frozen in time

far from normalcy.

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A home-cation

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centered triangle

downward dog, cat, master stretch
lions with the lamb
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writers write

Congratulations to my friend at Enchanted Oak, Chris, for getting published in the local Tribune paper.
She's having a rough time right now, and needs and deserves this tribute.  Please read her work and send her your prayers if you haven't already.

Friday Flash Fiction 55

Will a candle in the darkness
illuminate and set me free?

The light of half-truth is painless.
But a half-yin is merely yang-less.

Once you shared a secret with me,
I showed you my dark side
hidden from family.

Read all the pages
of the chapter I left unturned:

yin and yang,
illuminated or burned.