I Want My Tombstone To Say

She lived diligently.

And always with that look in her eye…

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Last Night

Sitting on the floor

In the back at the open mic

My back against a closed door

The music hits my ears like a pile

Of tin cans. You hit my soul like a deep

Tissue massage. I never asked you to be

Good to me. For crying out loud, I never asked you.

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This Haiku

Languaaaaaaaage. Damn. People. Gorgeous…. but then you see 

The indescribable.

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Sonnets for Herbie

In honor of National Pet Day Here’s some sonnets for my bunny:

I watched bunnies on YouTube for a year.

I read every little thing that I could find.

And as the winter’s peak was drawing near,

My cold and empty bedroom stayed on my mind.

I found you on the OHS website.

On a break at work, you caught my eye.

I felt right then you were the bun for me,

But found it odd since I did not know why…

Then something happened that was rather funny.

I thought I might go see you the next day.

A lady I had before asked for some more Bunny 

care info sent a message that would say:
If you find a bun you’d like to know,

Go meet them, before someone else adopts them.

And in my gut I knew had to go

That very evening, all my plans were dropped, then

I bussed two hours just to look and see

If “Herbie the Dentist” was meant to be for me.
Though I don’t know who gave you that name for boys,

I’d watched that movie just the other day.

With Herbie in the land of misfit toys,

And found you so endearing right away.

So I bussed to unfamiliar parts of town.

And trekked about a mile in the cold.

Waited hours for my turn to come around.

The spontaneity of the night felt bold.

They took me to a room of buns to pick

The two I’d meet and see if we connect.

And when I held you in my arms, so quick

I saw in our eyes something I wanted to protect. 

You looked up at me with a gaze so gentle and nice.

Right then I would have given any price.
I thought I would go home to think about it

A pet is a big endeavor to take on.

But the lady asked which bunny I wanted.

Before I knew it I’d signed and adopted one.

I stepped out the door just glowing from within

An energy and love rarely felt in life.

Carried you a mile in the icy wind,

Longing to keep you safe from any strife.

We rode the bus to the pet store and ubered home

With hundreds of dollars of bunny supplies in tow

And somehow I felt already deep in my bones

You’d bring joy in more ways than I could possibly know.

And each new day you grow and hop and dance

I’m glad I followed my gut and took a chance.
Happy Pet Day Herbie McNerby Derby!

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A Haiku After a Long Time

Some people can’t live

with just pretend, or even

remote–chaos some

People need it right

There in the living room to

prove their life the rule

Instead of the exception.

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Talking to Grief – Denise Levertov

Ah, grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.

I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.

You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider
my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.

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Haiku-ishes based on the section breaks in Heartstump

I. Haunting

I feel so afraid

of the darkness within me

I tremble. Each day.

I awaken from

Nightmares, of my own self made.

True creation starts.

 

II. Essence

Once I know a pain

inside me is really there,

inside me, I dig.

Beneath pain lives all

the simple truth of who we

are, came from, will be…

 

III. Ascendence

Infatuation:

How I first became engrossed

by other people.

Then other people

showed me what true love

looks and feels like: free.

 

IV. Love

In healing, I find.

Even my pain made of love.

I breathe peacefully.

Healing releases

love held captive, and love

is our gift to the world.

 

I was working on my poetry book the other day and I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote down these lines.  Each poem is about a different section of my almost finished book, which tells the simple story of someone (me) who had a difficult period in life where she looked inward and saw darkness, then moved through that darkness to learn where true happiness, love, and peace really come from and how to find those things within.  So I wrote a haiku about each section, but I don’t expect that I will include them in the book because they have no concrete imagery (which is atypical of the book’s poetry) and they over-explain the overarching narrative in a way that is more enjoyable if the collection does it on its own… 🙂  But I like them so here they are anyway. Thank you for reading!

 

(photo credit: Dawn Strawser)

 

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Hawthore Street Fair Haiku

Damsel in Defense

Turning the narrative on

its head with spy gear.

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Shakespearean Love Sonnets 5 and 6

Hello heartstumpers! I apologize for taking so long to share more poetry.  I’m so caught up in enjoying the beautiful summer sun, the only new poetry I’ve written are love sonnets for a man I love.  ❤

Aside from that, I’m putting the finishing touches on my book.  But I present to you below the fifth and sixth sonnets I’ve written for this man in the past six months.  I hope to write a hundred more…

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What To Do

Make beauty. However

you feel, you want to, with words,

with paint, with dance, with kindness,

open up to dazzling sparkling eyes with
knowing how to.

 

Make joy.Create

A smile or a tear, comfort someone’s

Fear, it’s ok, simply, by being here, in

This moment, you know.

This too.

 

Make life. Plant

A tree,  grow a garden, raise

A child to love for the rest
Of your life more than you even
Know how to yet.

 

Make chaos. Wake

people up! Shake, break,

Shatter, rumble, something
Inside or outside needing
To be rebuilt with what
You know, better.

 

Now.

 

Make space.
Make time.  For what
You really truly need.  Know that it’s
There, wanting to be seen by you
look at it, look for it and know that

It feels you too, and it will.

 

Make way. Make way
For love in your life, make love
in our hearts,  in our bodies in our
soul,  in this world, in our world,
That is really the only thing we know
to do right now,

 

go on,
you know

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