Sunday, November 30, 2014

Thanksgiving 2014

Giving thanks in many thoughts coming and going

Giving thanks for what is right here before me

Giving thanks for who went before me

Giving thanks for all who go beyond

Sunday, November 23, 2014

We Hung the Dali Today

Erin climbed on the couch
I selected the height
she measured to center it
it is so fine as we enjoy it

Tonight Miami lost to Denver
as I poached salmon in miso
soy sauce and ginger while I
regaled looking at Dali in


I Think I Wanted You

I think I wanted you
but I was afraid of you
for you are so strong

I didn’t think I could
live up to what you
want, need, desire

I think I settled for less
I think I missed  passion
I know I wonder often

I Think I Wanted You

I think I wanted you
but I was afraid of you
for you are so strong

I didn’t think I could
live up to what you
want, need, desire

I settled for less
did I miss passion

for this has been ok

Saturday, November 15, 2014


We went shopping today
I bought numbered prints
Dali, Chagall, a Haitian painting

I am thrilled with this art 
can’t wait to hang them

but, is this poetry I’m writing? 
Yesterday’s Garden

I trimmed the pool garden
it had become out of control
I dove into dense foliage
giving light to vamped orchids
hidden from attraction

I gleaned three bags full
my shoulders joyously sore
I love to tend my gardens
I will glean more tomorrow
outside gardens beg attention

I Wish

I wish to be a caterpillar
all those feet and bristles
always advance or retreat
orbital eyes see everything

I would love to undulate
in a lovely fur coat across
lovely beds of succulents
brushing not eating as

Snails munch holes in
leaves and destroy roots
and I must give them
a shot of beer to destroy

Their eating of succulents 
for they love to get high
on beer just like me as I

relax while snails drink
Just Like Lightening

I was cooking
bringing it all together

It began lightening
dinner done

I cruised outside
for the light show

He ate alone
I couldn’t leave

Now I dine
on excellence

It is so good
sharp and peppery

just like lightening
Fancy Pants

I used to swing
high showing
ruffled panties
I was only five.

Only five I felt
an orgiastic pull
I was sensual
is it natural?

At five heady I
pumped that swing
higher and higher
a thrumming bird.

As I got older I
settled into cotton
plain and white
no more erotica.

Now I shop at VS
sexy panties win me
with enchantment
fancy pants.

Too Hot!

Everything is too Hot
Hot intercommunication
tempers and issues Hot
Melt down occurs each
day is a roller coaster
I stretch and meditate
the black hulk demands
constant attention with
numerous attacks as
to being left out and he
is my constant attention

January 10, 2010


I am a fraud, I can’t do this
strong woman, endearing spouse
we are neither of them, I can’t do this.
It is too hard to entirely give up myself
I have too much ego. I am caught
in a snare of self and there is no place
for self in this endeavor, this demand
by a stronger than I am man, a man
without reason, a man screaming
to maintain control in his out of
control existence.  A man used to
complete control, and I think he will,
without intention, crush me.
I cannot do this.

February 13, 2014

He sent me sailing through space
I crashed breaking my humerus
surgery, a plate and thirteen screws
physical therapy still to this day
in early May, with yet months to go
he was out of control.

I cannot do this.

Lunch with Susan

“You have free will,” she said.
“I do?”  “I do,” I said, a new
phenomenon for my way of 
living my life cowed by him
who tells me how it is
how it will be forever and ever
in his threatening voice and
facial grimaces and I wonder
at me and how I have endured
this for what seems like forever
still, I cower, I am at fault
for I never should have allowed
the cowing bowing down to him

I have free will, she said so.


Grieved we mourn loss
loved one taken away
without our permission
a hole where they were
in our lives while they
travel planes unknown

We miss them sorely
while they are freed
from pain and sorrow
as they plane through
peaks and troughs
through eternity

In bliss with freedom
from all agony they
smile down on us and
wish they could tell us
how wonderful it will be

when we travel unknowns

Friday, November 7, 2014

I, Poetry

I, Poetry

I want to write a poem
they’re all jangled up
inside me they write
but I can’t get them out

Maybe I expect too little
of me or too much of poetry
but I can’t get them out
they’re way inside me