I Remember the Taste

Blackberries in a glass bowl
are these sweet days of spring.
How shall I recall love's flavor
when autumn fires burn?

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Day 121

Road Yet Traveled

Yellow ribboned blacktop highway
if I follow you in a new direction
throw my map out the window
will you lead to myself?

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Day 120

Cradled

wrap my arms around your waist
your belly in my hands
hold both you and my grand-baby
at the same time
-heartbeat. breathe.

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Day 119

With Child

Daughter, woman, child mine
I stare into your eyes and find
to my surprise a mother, scared
and strong staring back at me

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Day 118

Bathe

Bring your heart from underground
and wash it in the rain.
Tip your face toward the clouds
for you will not be here again.

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Day 117

Season Greetings

stood barefoot in grass today
the sun on my face and a tree at my back.
A welcoming spring ritual
makes me feel alive.

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Day 116

Her Flight

The rhythm of windshield wipers
plays like the beat of wings
as you fly, my beautiful redbird
toward tomorrow's sun.

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Day 115

Joy Unwrapped

A daughter coming home
the first, nodding spring daffodils
unexpected good news
-sometimes the best gifts
are surprises

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Day 113

Strength

Earth opens at the insistence
of the tiniest seed
reaching from darkness to light
nothing is more powerful than beauty

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Day 112

Just This

A cup of coffee is all I need
a cup of coffee, and a splash
of cream a cup of coffee, a
splash of cream, and your smile.

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Day 112

The Dance

looking for love, chameleon draws
budding branch on warm sands
quickly erased by wind
a desolate beauty

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Day 111

Escape

Too few cheshire smiles and too much
winter make it hard to breathe
have me searching for
the nearest rabbit hole

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Day 110

Beauty

I see your scars, your smile
that wavers when you hold it
too long. Your hope is
as lovely as your pain.
Don't let go.

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Day 109

Stuck

words that shouldn't have been spoken
are hard to swallow back
taste like rocks in my throat
no water to wash them down.

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Day 108

Reaching

Oh branch reaching toward spring
budding in shades of rose
and gray against a pale sky,
stretch a little further please?

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Day 107

Belonging

A jar of pears sits outside
a house of leaves while the sun
dips into the earth. Belonging
comes from unexpected places.

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Day 106

Word War

Simile and metaphor war
in my head, as pronouns taunt nouns
call them amateurs. Sleep refuses
to intervene, poet must.

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Day 105

Masked

How can you know me?
The woman in my mirror
is a stranger to my eyes
not the me I am inside.
Is it the impostor you see?

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Day 104

I Believe

You keep your wings hidden
but the fire burns yet, in your eyes
and when you hold a guitar
I still believe you can fly.

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Day 103

Awake

I dreamed of storms or
storms of dreams; woke to your
shoulder in promiscuous adjacency to mine.
Carry me back to sleep?

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Day 102

The End

The last page, the first page
the middle chapters of a novel
are never as good as sweet hello
and sad goodbye.

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Day 101

Change

Day 100

The wind at my door smells of rain
of the trees, of your skin
this familiar urge does
not evoke spring cleaning

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I Am Poet

Day 99

at the rim of a coffee cup
on the bottom of a shoe
along a windowsill,
I gather words as they settle into poems.

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The Marks

Day 98

The moon is a smear of white paint
collecting beneath my nails as I create
paint with words
converse with pears.

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In the Grays

Day 97

Paper flowers, raven's flight,
ink and page, a starry night
wrong or right, not every
thing is black and white

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Our Song

Day 96

Her voice floats, on
citrus blossom scented wind
borrowed inspiration from
all the women we know--hers, mine.

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All Mad, Quite

Day 95

My teacup hides the Cheshire
and the Hatter, my imaginary
friends sipping morning madness
right along with me.

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Patina

Day 94

Stoically you stare, rusted lips
peeling in winter wind
empty eyes the color of a key
chained 'round my neck.

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Benediction

Day 93

Ink stained lips kiss,
your apology on my skin, leave
your mark behind, as your shadow
chases you out the door.

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Felicitations

Day 92

Cats in hats count fish
with green breakfast make a wish
join the who's in Whoville
happy birthday Theo Geisel.

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Farewell

Day 91

An incantation, your last
words tumbled in the firelight
salty, evaporated tears
spilling into my cauldron heart

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