NaPoWriMo – Day #23

I walked up the hill
past the old climbing tree
and down the path
into the woods.
There is a deep layer
of dead, brown leaves
from last year,
maybe several years.
They crunch under foot,
like walking through skeletons.
Yet, the buds on the trees
are swelling, greening.
This is not morbid,
it simply is
the way things are,
life and death together.
Perhaps
our insistence
on separating the two,
on fearing and denying death
is what’s abnormal.

NaPoWriMo – Day #21

Today I will
fight against the chaos
of the world

today I will
write

today I will
read

today I will
paint

today I will
plant
a garden

today I will
give
food, blood, thanks

I am trying to concentrate on what I can do, not what is beyond my control.  This isn’t quite right, but within the constraints of NaPoWriMo I will publish it, and hopefully come back to work on it sometime later.

NaPoWriMo – Day #20 – Catch Up Day!

#18

I have a lot of dreams,
lately
where I’m lost
and I can’t get to
wherever it is I need to be

Suddenly
things come up
distractions
complications –
baroque and convoluted

I’m off on a tangent
trying to fix
something
or solve some puzzle
and meanwhile
getting no closer
to where I’m meant to be

#19

We are tired
of staying home
of our own company
we are sick and tired
of hand washing and masks
soon we will be sick to death

#20

Yesterday
I planted a garden
I tilled the soil
until it was broken up fine
then I raked it smooth

I use the
broken handle
of a hoe
to space my rows
evenly

To make the rows straight
I use two stakes with
a piece of string
tied between them

I planted a row of
Sweet Ann peas
next to that
Red Bliss potatoes
(because who doesn’t want a little more bliss in her life?)
next Little Finger carrots
Detroit Dark Red beets
(though I live in Wisconsin)
and Mixed Heirloom leaf lettuce

Now I wait
and weed
and watch for miracles

Wordless Wednesday – Where there’s life…

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I know this is supposed to be wordless, but I feel the need to explain.  This is the stem of a rose; the last of a bouquet I received on December 23.  The bloom is long since spent, but I noticed a green bit, so left the stem in the vase with water.  Recently a very good friend died, somewhat unexpectedly, and I am choosing to see this as a sign of hope – of the miraculous.

NaPoWriMo #19

Another full moon
poses above us.
Gently, she lights the way
as we creep, or dance, or stumble
through another night.
And perhaps we pause
to admire her for a minute or two.

And when we go in
she beckons us
through the bedroom window:
Come out and play,
come out and live.
Do not sleep your life away
silly mortals!
You have such a short time…

What she doesn’t know
is that we are in love
with sleep
with dream
with death

 

Well, this didn’t go as planned. (Maybe because I didn’t really have a plan?) I feel like I should spend a lot more time with this one, and that the end result will be quite different. Maybe even a couple of pieces that are quite different. But for now… the day job beckons.