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IT HAPPENED JUST LIKE THIS. a pantoum of betrayal


Day 11.. napowrimo.

Prompt from Jill Badonsky about something that happened to someone I know, and write about it as if it happened to me.

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It happened just like this

30 years of a good-enough life together brought to closure

A note of declaration of a love affair too precious to end

All that settles in the empty spaces of you is your suffocating scent

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30 years of a good-enough life together brought to closure

No conversation, no apology, no clue of this kind of failure

All that settles in the empty space of you is your suffocating scent

Adult children stunned into silence’s rise to rage

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No conversation, no apology, no clue of this kind of failure

Getting by for decades on the emptiness of generalities, and daily tasks

Adult children stunned into silence’s rise to rage

Betrayal and hurt seeking answers to unspoken questions

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Getting by for decades on the emptiness of generalities, and daily tasks

Talk and intimacy to be taken care of later, later, maybe tomorrow

Betrayal and hurt seeking answers to unspoken questions

Your gone is well gone and lost to any translation

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Talk and intimacy to be taken care of later, later, maybe tomorrow

Today brought not even a goodbye in your completion

Your gone is well gone and lost to any translation

Amazing how the sense of relief comes with the ‘glad-you’re-finally-gone.’

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Today brought not even a goodbye in your completion

It’s a wonder that the signs weren’t more obvious except between the sheets

Amazing how the sense of relief comes with the ‘glad-you’re-finally-gone.’

What you don’t know till you do

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It’s a wonder that signs weren’t more obvious except between the sheets

A note of declaration of a love affair to precious to end

What you don’t know till you do

It happened just like this

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MAKING SENSE OF THE SENSELESS a pantoum


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It’s what’s ALL about

There is no making sense of the senseless

There is no taking away from whose deciding

It’s that observation each makes on their own

And sometimes, you have no sense when you think you do

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There is no taking away from whose deciding

Some abstract convulsion penetrates filters and boundaries

And Sometime, you have no sense when you think you do

That doesn’t omit that some miracle might flutter your brain into order

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Some abstract convulsion penetrates filters and boundaries

Conversation in steady flow doesn’t like to jump over omissions

That doesn’t omit that some miracle might flutter your brain into order

Optimism does spring eternal for those that wander the path of Joy

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Conversation in steady flow doesn’t like to jump over omissions

Mostly, we want to say and hear some exactitude of what needs saying

Optimism does spring eternal for those that wander the path of Joy

That might not make any sense either depending on whose wandering

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Mostly, we want to say and hear some exactitude of what needs saying

It’s that observation each makes on their own

That might not make any sense either depending on how wandering

There is no making sense of the senseless.

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The Knit and Purl of it


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She was not that much younger or prettier

Time had had its way with the both of us.

Not in that cruel way that time can shrivel

and lay pain deep to the bone

More in the gradual way years give toll

to bodies active and hungry for life.

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Side by side to the steady click of our needles

building the weave of knit and purl in steady lines

Finding the commonality in the unexpected line

of our lives in the school days in the same town

Siblings held to old friendships in the how did

we not know that.

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Click click we build our chatter to who knows who

in the way back then, in the isn’t that wonderful.

Reminisce conjuring up all those decades ago

carrying us to retirement and medicare,

And those we knew almost together, bonding

in the simple knit and purl of making something

That lasts forever.

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“…COME LIGHTLY TO THE BLANK PAGE”


This is from a prompt I was invited to do via my Creativity Coach teacher, Jill Badonsky.

We were to pick a quote from this website that gathers many quotes, and select the last five or so words at the end of the quote.

Steven and I may not agree on how to come to ‘a blank page’, and then again, is there really a wrong way?    How might you come to a ‘blank page’?SHadow on Dunes, California

“you must not come lightly to the blank page.”  Steven King

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Come lightly to the blank page

Take in the sense of emptiness

The thrill of possibilities.

The taste of what wonder is on the tip

of your pen, waiting.

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Come lightly to the blank page

Give quiet pause to the hungry story

That yearns for the telling.

Tease it like you would a lover

Feeling passion’s aching

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Come lightly to the blank page

Let the bright light of empty spaciousness

Find that sacred resurrection.

Lay down one word at time

Make generous your heart’s longing

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Come lightly to the blank page

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copy rights… jeanne adwani

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WE ARE NOT THE ONLY EXPERIMENT


“…We are not the only experiment”    Buckminster Fuller

This poem is from a prompt that invited me to choose a random quote and take the last few words of it and make it my own.

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We are not the only experiment.

We are The experiment torn from the heavens

of infinite possibilities to a finite moment

of existence in the experience of polar chaos.

Three dimensional duality reality

And it’s some other infinite Beings

reality show.

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We are not the only experiment

laid to the Universal pertri-dish

of spinning galaxies in Milky Ways

of murky existence to see how humanoids

will get along in the radicalization of duality

In the dark and light of it all

In the rotational up and down and

all around of the Hokey Pokey

with all yourself in wether you wanted

in or out in this dance of Being-ness.

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And it is all about the left and right

of you stepping into this Circle of Life

on this planet in it’s petri-dish we think is

floating out there in the vast somewhere

Not on that shelving unit that has no end

to it,  Of old men, agelessly ambling

down the corridor of infinite everything

eyeballing each piece of Infinity to

see if one of us can make this Earth

thing work.

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Can we get along and survive?

Can we steward abundance ?

Can we Love unconditionally?

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We ARE NOT the only experiment

In Infinity’s Infinite and we will find our

way Home sooner or later

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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

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Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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Haiku… The Calling… day 7 of NaPoWriMo


Wisconsin sky

Call came from the sky

Was heard in the everywhere

It filled us up blue

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No clouds anywhere

Blue is a cool smooth talker

One cloud would have helped

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Rain comes tomorrow

Waiting feels like forever

Close eyes keep breathing

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INTO THE WAKE OF DAY… an aubade


The invitation from the www.NaPoWriMo.net , Day 6, site is to write a ‘aubade’.  An aubade poem comes from those flirty French, and  is  a poem written about the break of day when lovers must part.   It has a lament about the parting of the shared night of love, or whatever the share might have been.  Only, that now, as the day rises, it is time to go.

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I am tangled in the sheet of you

Wrapped tight in the weave of night

Ornamented by where your lips

Found my unseen scars

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I handpicked a star to light

The path of how your tongue

Found my moist vulnerability

My land quaked with yours

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An now in the sliver crescent

Of Sun rising a whisper of

Goodbye unravels the braid of us

Curls the edges of departure

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Around our naked night spent

And you take that thin silver

Thread left between us out

The door into the wake of day

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RISING


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In the cave dark and deep

Cold gives lies to what is thought lost

The heat of the heart was pulled

to the North where winter held her

Hostage to the frigid deceit

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A flickered shiver of a flame

on a breath of a whisper of green

Takes in the inhale of Spring

remembering the call of the Sun

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Pushing up from the dark and deep

On hands and knees crawling

on ancient bed rock out reaching

for the light.  Pulled to the east

with morning’s waking yawn

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And you stand up tired of sleep

Tired of of the dark cold cave

Raising open arms like buds

unfolding to the Sun’s illumination

In the quick blind, on the first

inhale of life’s arousal back to yourself

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In Salutation


me n' my shadow

me n’ my shadow

In salutation

An all hail wide open

A colourful unfolding to

the the wake up call, breathing

Being licked by the sun

and breeze.

Shivering to the gather

of grey soon to come

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In salutation

An all hail wide open

to the moist refresh

toes tickle naked

on wet grass dancing

The body heaves a welcome

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In salutation

An all hail wide open

So wide the earth pivots

a pirouette in polar shift

Of Northern to Southern

exposure calling in east and west

And you breathing It all in

like that first startle of wonder

When the myth of life tagged you

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In salutation

In an all hail wide open

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