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30 DAYS OF A FOOL’S JOURNEY day 1


National Poetry month 2017.   Day One…30 Days of the Fools Journey.

I am attempting to tell a poetry story in 30 days about the Fool.  Perhaps it is a bit foolish of me to attempt such a foolish excursion into poetry.  Join me and see.  comment if you will.  I’d like that.

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Foolish lost her way

She gathered her hoard around her

Buried herself in Things and stuff

Enshrined herself in the useless

In the overcrowded full of emptiness

Idle chatter filled her brain

in the nowhere to go without it

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She wore the appropriate lonely

and the thin heels of  sorrow.

The crowd pushed at her ghost

Another no-one clambering nowhere

Making that jump into life

Into a cube of artless monotony

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Freedom cloistered around her

Spaciousness a grey gloom

She had forgotten the wild sea

She had forgotten how to shape shift

bird to sky,  naked paws on earth

She had forgotten the deep inhale

of Spring rain and green rising.

She had forgotten the caress of love

She had forgotten the rage of fear

She had forgotten her Joy

She had forgotten how to let go

And Jump

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April is National Poetry Month … NaPoWriMo.  http://www.napowrimo.net/   30 day, 30 Poems.

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Do Not Enter…


This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky.    “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”

What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?

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It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space

The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe

Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth

With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden

How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?

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The mind was churning with want to expose

The  heart voice hoped to know better of it

The bubble and brew within the cranial housing

couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release

Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock

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Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open

could be contained

a little longer,

a little longer

just a little longer.

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Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface

Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there

Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder

Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,

The holding on for dear life.

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It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path

Only to speak to what drives the hurt

What lays waste to  dreams

What shudders and boils old fear

And here we are blistered, peeling pain off

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Never was the want of clarity so unclear

There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter

There is no taking back what needed saying

The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go

Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again

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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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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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Haiku… The Calling… day 7 of NaPoWriMo


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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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