Category: Poetry
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Reckless
Today she was recklessShe drank fully caffeinated coffeeAnd let the toddlersNap past 3pm She turned on Peppa PigAnd ignored the laundryLanguishing in the dryerGetting more wrinkly by the minute She swung by the libraryBefore checking the hoursAnd checked out more booksThan she has time to read She sent an emailWithout deleting “Sent from my iPhone”And…
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September
September rushes inWith her big hopes and dreamsInsisting I fill my calendarWith appointments and plans It’s important! She tells meSo I get swept up in the frenzyOf buying and planning and committing Until there is no margin left To savor the stillnessOf September’s golden eveningsOr enjoy the gentle caressOf her cool morning breezes But her own…
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Weight & light
It’s a cool summer morningUnencumbered by the weight of humidityAnd I waitFor a similar lightnessTo descend upon me My boys climbTo the highest slideLaughingAt the sheer enormityOf their accomplishment A cloud of childrenSwarm the parkRunning, swinging, gigglingAnd I waitFor the kids to tire, for the weight to lift The slide twists and turns My boys…
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Conversation
Tell me about the morningYou ran to catch the train in SydneyOr how you criedWhen they laid your son on your chestFor the first time Tell me your coffee orderSo I can surprise you with itOr the best pasta you ever ateAlong the sea-drenched coastOf northern Italy Tell me your reactionTo the astounding love of…
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“Gift”
“A day so happy.Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.I knew no one worth my envying him.Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.In my body I felt no…
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On creativity & comparison
CreativityIs vulnerability—A giving of self *** If I’m being honest, I’ve been feeling a little discouraged about my writing lately. It seems like everyone else is doing it better, and as Josh gently reminded me: a lot of them are. That’s just the nature of things—there will always be someone better than you. Getting bogged…
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A mother’s love
A mother’s love isMore than the double helixOf DNA strands It waits and prays andSays, “Here I am,” wheneverYou need me, I’m here
A Continual Feast 