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A Painter’s Daughter

Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow,

I could mix the colors of heaven,

of mountains; of Arizona in the spring.

Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun

would crest the parched desert,

Papa would sneak out the door

quiet as a whisper

to paint this house [...]

America

He spits in his rag, washes my car window

San Francisco by Sara Fryd

A sign of the times

What sign is that, I ask myself?

That America is in trouble?

That our veterans have no place to live?

That a roof over one’s head is not a necessity

For a Marine?

Who fought [...]

Approval

She works too hard for approval

My friend

Tap dancing, tap dancing

For all who enter

Round and round

Faster and faster

For some who are worthy

Those who are not

The quest for approval

All that attention

All that energy

All that time

Or maybe not

Tap shoes on, tap shoes off

Left outside [...]

Before Breakfast

I need to write…

a poem

early…

Before breakfast.

Before caffeine dilutes

My train of thought.

Before dreams are lost

And plans for work

Muddle my mind,

With stuff

Of yesterdays

Of tomorrows

Of days left behind

And gifts of days lingering to become

As yet, unwrapped.

I write…

as my heart

Fills [...]

Coffee Ice Cream

Words nourish me

Fill me up to saturation

Desert storm deluges

Soak my soul

As two scoops of Hagen Dazs coffee ice cream

With peanut chips and hot fudge.

Do faucets like wells ever dry up completely?

Will these fingers ever stop talking?

Or run out of things to say

To discuss or argue or [...]

Courage Disguised As My Brother

We have a lot of history

You and I

Met when I was eight

And you were brand new.

Been locked in combat ever since

Taking sides

Creating insignificant battles

About family matters and such.

You are my mirror and I am yours.

I see my soul reflected in your eyes

As you reveal me [...]

Courage is Writing a Resume, Again

I’ve lost my job…

As if somehow

I’ve misplaced a part of my life

I now have to find

Just around the next corner.

So I become still, quiet

Trying to remember

Writing accomplishments

About what I’ve done

For so many years

I could do it with my eyes closed.

What am I afraid of?

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Crazy Glue

As with most humans

I too am broken

Holding myself together

With spit and glue

Not a moment too soon

And not a good glue like crazy glue

A temporary glue like post-it-notes

That come off when the wind blows

Oh Lord…

To be able to crazy glue my soul

Still…

When it [...]

Criminal Intent

Last minute presents

I think they call them

Bought by some at a car wash

or an airport.

An afterthought, not a real present

purchased by someone

who remembers

ahead of time

intending to watch

your eyes light up the room.

Afterthoughts…

…like reasons and excuses

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Daffodils in Cleveland

First daffodils of spring

blow and bend

east and north

with crisp winter winds

bracing yellow petal hands

against chilled sunshine

faces smiling

D

R

A

W

P

U

Always upward towards a warming sun

that sneaks bravely

through clouds

that just this morning

dusted meadows

with white [...]

Dichotomy

I cried for you last night

I cried for me

For the little girl I saw in you

Who was me

And all the little girls

That have come and gone

The little ones who will be

Tears for those who didn’t receive

What they needed or wanted

When they needed her

Or wanted her

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