Morgue*
lightening up my
morgue, pounds of associations, cut
mined, succinct
* In reference to a collection of images, magazines, papergoods, etc used in collage art, just saying
Experience Insights for Personal Transformation through Mindfulness Coaching, Reiki, Tarot, and Astrology
Morgue*
lightening up my
morgue, pounds of associations, cut
mined, succinct
* In reference to a collection of images, magazines, papergoods, etc used in collage art, just saying
Mystic Alarm Clock
Wake up at five a.m, notice
The neighbors bathroom lights
Through the bedroom window
Covers thrown back
Another sweaty night
Reflected in the bathroom mirror
The other neighbors’ backyard
Colored fairy lights twinkle
Maybe there's a party
What if I walked over
In my frumpy pajamas
They'd say
Hey hot stuff!
Going down the stairs
Street lights through stain glass
Cast ghostly rainbows
Shadows of crystals
Glow in the dark stars
Lead the way
Onto the cool porch
Only to be bathed by the
Fluorescent motion detector
Run into the kitchen, flip
The switch
Step into the yard
Sweat finally cooling on skin
Damp grass beneath feet
Sound of surf
Blissful love light
Full moon in Leo
Winter curtains open
To catch the first drop of sunlight
Curl up with green tea
A cat on either side
Watch the dawn
Listen for hummingbirds
The honking of geese
Right at eight a.m sharp
Sunbeam pierces
My eyeball
Move the clothes pin
Back into place
Time to start the day
I'm not mainstream
Sometimes all the politicizing
Just makes me want to scream
They're trying to control our bodies
Trying to control our minds
With social media and TV shows
And laws that are just unkind
I'm on the edge of screaming
On the edge of rage
Need a little nonviolent communication
Some way to turn the page
I'm on the edge of the circle
Reaching out my hands
Connecting with other women
All across the lands
Connecting with the people of color
Connecting with the men's too
Connecting with all the fabulous queers
Connecting with the Jews.
They can say we're all radicals
They can say we're all unhinged
But we're weaving a stronger tapestry
And they're only see the fringe
The periwinkles by the front
Of the trailer while on my retreat
They seem so brave, so vulnerable
Little heads nodding in the wind
So easily crushed.
Yet they survive last night's hail storm
The fallen branch
Somehow better than I
Maybe it's their
“Tendrils of belief”*
Keeping them anchored
How do I unfurl
Trust the sun will shine again
And turn my face towards hope
*Quote from Adrienne Rich
Grease trap, broiling over.
Old faded couch, peeling like a bad tan.
Mincing down the street, the cat looked smashing.
Peeling off her mask was the first step.
Let's go on a picnic,
We'll bring our favorite foods,
Everyone is welcome,
No need for attitudes.
We’ll spread a festive blanket,
A checked quilt to make it bright,
Unpack everything mindfully,
Discover just what is right.
Sarah enjoys her Bosco,
Quite the saucy treat,
Malty good and oh so,
Chocolatey sweet.
What makes a woman’s,
Belly go aflutter?
For Debra, it's easy -
A spoon of peanut butter.
One might wonder,
Is it crunchy, or is it smooth?
Nanette likes to dip her
Pickles in this ooze.
Kayla only wants plain, white,
Bread and a slice of baloney,
A few salty potato chips, smashed
In order to make it homey.
Now, Rhianna prefers,
Her baloney to be fried,
With a slice of cheddar cheese,
Hidden deep inside.
A plateful of blintzes,
With bananas is Lisa’s dream,
Of course topped off,
With dollops of fresh sour cream.
For Kristin, there is,
Simply no other,
More sublime than,
A stick of golden butter.
Carol will char yellow corn
Tortillas without fail,
Smothered in fresh red salsa
And the darkest green kale.
Kimberly, hair swept up,
In a fancy chignon,
Pours luscious caramel,
On her tender filet mignon.
Let's go on a picnic,
We'll bring our favorite foods,
Sharing all our stories,
With Grace and gratitude!
Ode to Lists
Daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly, and annual,
This is my “How to Channel Anxiety” manual.
On top of endless errands, laundry, dishes, repetitive chores,
Reminders to take out the trash, change the litter, mop bathroom floors,
Emergencies, wildfires, vacation - what to pack?
Supplies that I think I need, actually, those which I lack.
I’ve written my short, mid, and long term goals too,
There’s always an agenda telling me what I’m supposed to do,
Sounds controlling, but I find it kinda fun,
Because if it’s on a list, it's somehow halfway done.
Pay the property, sales and self-employment taxes,
Since goodness knows, no one at the IRS ever relaxes,
Make a spreadsheet for handling student loans,
Health Insurance, Retirement, and other financial moans.
Put some stuff on Etsy, Ebay, NextDoor and Craiglist,
Now check the pantry for what my recipe missed,
Ingredients for quiche, powdered sugar for cake,
If I don't jot it down now, it will be a mistake.
Questions for the doctor, the dentist, the new mobile vet,
Symptoms that may need x-rays, vaccinations, better yet,
Is it time for a mammogram, endoscopy or pap smear?
Believe you me, I'd rather reschedule for next year.
The precisely quartered scraps of recycled paper by the phone,
Strengthen my inner resolve, support my backbone,
Although sometimes when I’m feeling lazy and soft,
I note down something I've done - just so I can cross it off.
There’s always updates: master, clients, wedding, mailing,
Plans for the kids, the time share, skiing or sailing,
Then there’s books, projects, all the crafty diys
Bookmarked, tagged, for when “I have the time”
While all this gives me some sort of ease
Sometimes I write, “Remember to breathe.”
Imagine what I compose when it comes to Christmas…
But really there’s nothing worse than being listless!