Summer's last hot gasp --
browned trees and grass and herbs
and dying flowers.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Green rosemary...
Green rosemary,
white butterfly,
Autumn sunshine.
white butterfly,
Autumn sunshine.
The cats and I watch...
The cats and I watch
the white butterfly for
different reasons.
the white butterfly for
different reasons.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Sweet, seedy figs bridge (9/2/14)
Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.
I want to be sharp, sharp, sharp! (9/5/14)
I want to be sharp, sharp, sharp!
But, like a dull knife,
I only cut bluntly.
But, like a dull knife,
I only cut bluntly.
The car glides along (9/7/14)
The car glides along--
she applies more makeup and
removes the curlers.
she applies more makeup and
removes the curlers.
I walk past roses (9/11/14)
I walk past roses
thinking about the drought, and
dying bees.
thinking about the drought, and
dying bees.
I walked the beach last time (9/12)
I walked the beach last time,
hating the sand in my shoes.
Now I miss it.
hating the sand in my shoes.
Now I miss it.
New-ish dancers...
New-ish dancers
practice and...! A rarity!
Synchronicity!
practice and...! A rarity!
Synchronicity!
Labels:
belly dance,
class,
inexperienced,
intermediate,
Marie,
Marissa,
new,
practice,
rare,
rarity,
Sandy,
synchronicity
Small jumble of socks (9/24/14)
Small jumble of socks
piled on the comforter--
cold night air drifts in.
piled on the comforter--
cold night air drifts in.
I bundled black socks (9/24/14)
I bundled black socks:
the pile of faded color
depressed me.
the pile of faded color
depressed me.
Labels:
black,
bundle,
clinical depression,
depression,
fade,
pile,
socks
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
And Another!
Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.
Labels:
bridge,
cold,
cool,
Fall,
hot,
Indian Summer,
join,
season change,
seeds,
sweet,
wind,
windy
Yet Another Actually Written Today!
Nectarine juice on
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.
Actually Also Written Today!
The corpse of a hawk--
I am sorrier than if
it were a turkey.
I am sorrier than if
it were a turkey.
Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope:
a way of seeing old things
in new shapes and colors.
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I was introduced to the idea of "The Kaleidoscope" for battling clinical depression and negativity by the app called "SuperBetter." I forget about it a lot, but it's a really valuable tool when I remember to use it.
a way of seeing old things
in new shapes and colors.
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I was introduced to the idea of "The Kaleidoscope" for battling clinical depression and negativity by the app called "SuperBetter." I forget about it a lot, but it's a really valuable tool when I remember to use it.
Labels:
colors,
kaleidoscope,
new,
old,
perspective,
see,
seeing,
shapes
8/31/14
Brown trees-- no water
to sustain them, nor the birds
lighting on their branches.
Labels:
birds,
branches,
brown,
drought,
fly,
sustain,
sustaining,
sustenance,
trees
They Say...
The danger comes when
inertia's gone-- you're alone
again, feeling too much.
Labels:
again,
alone,
clinical depression,
danger,
depression,
feel,
inertia,
much,
They say
More 8/5/14
Heavy clouds hang
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!
Also 8/5/14
Welcome escape:
a king snake gently swallows
a sick mouse.
a king snake gently swallows
a sick mouse.
8/11/14
At least when I cough,
I don't feel lonely. I guess
I miss lots of phlegm.
I don't feel lonely. I guess
I miss lots of phlegm.
8/13/14-- 2 Versions.
Dark periwinkle
curves of clouds, lit by the
bright yellow moon. Super!
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Dark periwinkle
curves of clouds, lit by the
bright yellow Supermoon.
curves of clouds, lit by the
bright yellow moon. Super!
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Dark periwinkle
curves of clouds, lit by the
bright yellow Supermoon.
Also Written 8/17/14 & about the Same Place
Sounds of crickets from
a stereo. I'd rather
hear the real thing.
a stereo. I'd rather
hear the real thing.
8/17/14
Grimy city, full
of human misery. Where
are the grass, trees, birds?
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By all accounts of the well-traveled, San Francisco is a relatively clean city. But that's not how it seemed to me this particular day.
of human misery. Where
are the grass, trees, birds?
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By all accounts of the well-traveled, San Francisco is a relatively clean city. But that's not how it seemed to me this particular day.
Actually Written Today!
Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.
8/19/14
I long for figs--
sweet and seedy Summer fruit
praised by ancients.
sweet and seedy Summer fruit
praised by ancients.
The Significance Pumpkin Bread Even in August
I blend the butter,
sugar, eggs, pumpkin. Comfort
comes in an hour.
sugar, eggs, pumpkin. Comfort
comes in an hour.
8/20/14
Dreary skies shine gray.
Muggy air presses down, but a
brown dove soars up, up.
Muggy air presses down, but a
brown dove soars up, up.
During the Napa Earthquake (We're All Fine-- Nothing Broken, No One Hurt in the Hattersley House)
Wake to rolling earth--
we hold hands in bed, waiting
for pictures to fall.
we hold hands in bed, waiting
for pictures to fall.
8/24/14
Cats knead blankets,
settling into balls of fur
on my wide lap.
settling into balls of fur
on my wide lap.
8/28/14
Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Believe me,
I know my poems
aren’t that good.
I comfort
myself by hoping this means
that they won’t
be quoted
on pillows or needlepoint.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
5/27/14
Soaring in hot wind,
a vulture gracefully flies,
looking for corpses.
a vulture gracefully flies,
looking for corpses.
4/25/14
When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.
4/27/14 II
This bleak morning came
too early. And there were no
beignets-- just cold feet.
too early. And there were no
beignets-- just cold feet.
4/27/14
In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.
4/28/14
Dragonflies on rocks,
ants in crabgrass. Heat. Dust.
Summer's almost here.
ants in crabgrass. Heat. Dust.
Summer's almost here.
4/30/14
Outside pulling weeds,
except sawthistles. To me,
they're pretty.
except sawthistles. To me,
they're pretty.
5/30/14
Outside pulling weeds,
a lizard scrambles away
from my shadow.
a lizard scrambles away
from my shadow.
5/4/14
Cool of the evening--
dragonfly stops on a leaf
waving in the wind.
dragonfly stops on a leaf
waving in the wind.
5/4/14
Tried to walk it off.
Still depressed when I got there,
despite warming sun.
Still depressed when I got there,
despite warming sun.
5/8/14
The smell of coffee
cheers me immensely on this
dreary Spring morning.
cheers me immensely on this
dreary Spring morning.
Nan's Fingers
Soft white, Nan's fingers
trace Kitty's silent frame
with adoration.
trace Kitty's silent frame
with adoration.
Labels:
adoration,
finger,
frame,
Kitty Butler,
Nan Astley,
silence,
soft,
tracing,
white
5/14/14
My hands tent the moth—
soft white wings flutter—
I release it with hope.
soft white wings flutter—
I release it with hope.
5/17/14
Yellow moon, lighting
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.
5/30/14
Gray afternoon--
stag lies dead along the road,
cold and alone.
stag lies dead along the road,
cold and alone.
Breezes blow warmly...
Breezes blow warmly.
Through the open window-- the
smell of nectarines.
Through the open window-- the
smell of nectarines.
At Studio Biongiorno II
Small fountain waters,
lone lavender plant in shade--
Summer's breezes blow.
lone lavender plant in shade--
Summer's breezes blow.
At Studio Biongiorno
Cement garden strewn
with potted plants and fountains.
Some suburban peace.
with potted plants and fountains.
Some suburban peace.
Opening windows...
Opening windows
to fresh breezes and birdsong,
l listen and breathe.
to fresh breezes and birdsong,
l listen and breathe.
In Santa Clara
I hope that possums
and raccoons eat the ripe plums
that fall from your trees.
and raccoons eat the ripe plums
that fall from your trees.
Summer sun glares down...
Summer sun glares down--
a crow hops in the shade
of an old oak tree.
a crow hops in the shade
of an old oak tree.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
#CFSME
Exhaustion floods me.
Wave after wave of illness;
treading equals life.
Wave after wave of illness;
treading equals life.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Warm breeze circulates...
Warm breeze circulates--
on the path, pebbles and rocks--
my ungainly stride.
on the path, pebbles and rocks--
my ungainly stride.
Slogging through the day...
Slogging through the day,
stumbling, bumbling, tired--
despite hot coffee.
stumbling, bumbling, tired--
despite hot coffee.
Fog rolls in, cold, gray...
Fog rolls in, cold, gray,
and damp. Daytime warmth gone now.
Where is my sweater?
and damp. Daytime warmth gone now.
Where is my sweater?
Little songbirds hop...
Little songbirds hop--
cats mesmerized, with flat ears,
sneaking toward the glass.
cats mesmerized, with flat ears,
sneaking toward the glass.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Gold sawthistles grow...
Gold sawthistles grow
next to glorified sisters.
See? They're pretty too.
Here's a variation:
Unsung sawthistles
grow next to praised cousins on
weedy, verdant hills.
next to glorified sisters.
See? They're pretty too.
Here's a variation:
Unsung sawthistles
grow next to praised cousins on
weedy, verdant hills.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Also Based on a True Story!
Green hills, gold poppies
and sawthistle, blue lupine--
through tears, all a blur.
and sawthistle, blue lupine--
through tears, all a blur.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Haiku 1 Inspired by Dance Class
Peering in mirrors,
dancers scrutinize bodies,
expressions, movement.
dancers scrutinize bodies,
expressions, movement.
Monday, March 24, 2014
I am out of joint...
I am out of joint,
angry with my body,
my enemy.
angry with my body,
my enemy.
Labels:
anger,
bodies,
CFS,
cognitive dissociation,
enemies.,
FMS,
illness,
Life with CFS,
pain
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Birds chirp, bees buzz....
Birds chirp, bees buzz-- here
and there, a flower or two.
All I see are ants.
and there, a flower or two.
All I see are ants.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Rough rain sounds peaceful....
Rough rain sounds peaceful
on the thin roof if I stop
to listen to it.
on the thin roof if I stop
to listen to it.
Monday, January 20, 2014
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