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I thrive in the company of books, dogs and other animals, quirky humans, coffee, beaches, and things on fire. I write things.

Speakeasy


Wednesday prompt: Write a password poem


Just once before I die
I’d like to saunter
head swaying side to side
subtle and stylish of course
through sunken alleyways
up to a heavy wooden door
worn from use and age
with a bullet hole or two
and knock raprap rap rap rap
until a large tattooed man
missing some teeth and hair
grunts approvingly
through a small opening
before the door creaks open
to grant me safe passage.

Up and at ‘em


Wednesday prompt: write an up poem. 



The cold (or is it flu?)
took me to bed by force
having its way with me
through the whining last days
of that lousy last year.
Perfect ending, I suppose
but here it is
the beginning again
and there’s insurance to buy,
and perhaps new tires,
so this morning finally
I cast off the shackles
and coughed my way
bitterly to work.

Gaslight


Wednesday prompt: write a “made sense at the time” poem.



He said to me:
You hear things
I never said,
poor thing,
but it’s okay,
I’ll look after you,
just trust me.

I let myself go
unheeded,
assuming always
that I owned all blame,
until finally
I saw his shadow
in the gaslight.

Back in the day


Day 30. It seems like the month just started, but here we are at the end. Prompt: write a “back in the day” poem. I have three.



Serenity now

I used to hate the serenity prayer
but eventually I accepted it
only so far, nobody has granted me
the wisdom to know the difference.



Ashes

I remember Monday
like it was yesterday
before our dog was ashes
in a velvet-wrapped box.
Live every moment with love
because Father Time
is neither cruel nor kind,
he’s simply passing by.



Another life

In another life
I was made of trust
my sleeve-heart an easy target

In another life
I partied wild-child style
to take all the sharp edges off

In another life
I sat in the dark
afraid of my own shadow

In another life
I rocked a child
as if I could make that moment last

Love letter for Bo on his last day


Day 28. Two-fer. Write a love poem / anti-love poem. So much is missing from this poem, so much of Bo, our first foster dog, our first foster-fail. But I guess it’s enough to know that he was here for far too short a time, and that he loves and is loved deeply. But this is his last day, and this is all I have.



These last hours
are making tracks
as they walk across our hearts
the nails click-clacking like
paw prints in concrete
stepping stones for the garden
we will plant for you in spring
someplace sunny for you
my love,
how you’ve always loved to bask
and these last many months
we kept you in
because of the medicine
everything about side-effects
about day by day to make it last
to make you last for
just one more day

Ship of fools


Day 27. Prompt: write a blank of blank poem.



Ship of fools
(Grateful Dead golden shovel using Robert Hunter’s lyrics)

sometimes you struggle and sometimes you don’t
sometimes you borrow and sometimes you lend
either way, your happiness depends on your
gentle willingness to play the hand
you’re dealt and when in doubt, to
ignore the call or check and fearlessly raise
instead, because adventures don’t begin with no
so it’s time you hoist your own flag
set sail aboard your own ship atop
waves of yes, avoiding each maybe or no
steadily steering yourself and your ship
far away from the land of
naysayers and fools

‘Shine


Day 26. Prompt: write a shine poem.



By the light of the moon

the fox shrieks
certain he sounds smooth and suave

the couple holds hands
certain of love, oblivious to shadows

the fire spits
certain that oxygen means life

I sip applejack
certain of the pain and pleasure found

in simple moonshine.

Meet me at the Scarecrow Saloon


Day 25. Prompt: write a remix of one of your poems from the month.



Meet me at the Scarecrow Saloon
(Emerald City remix)

If you look you can find me
at the Scarecrow Saloon
where they still play the blues
and you can’t see the moon
I’m drinking and hoping
to dissolve in a puddle,
stupid girl, stupid shoes,
that ridiculous muddle
left me hiding my skin
and surrounded by junkies
but I have to survive
to look after my monkeys

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