I leave a noseprint
On the glass
To a Spider
"Little spider, why do you spin,
Webs so fine, webs so thin?
Why do you sit upon my wall?
How do you manage not to fall?"
April 1971
The sea thunders
Then it rushes
Clutches
Jagged rocks
With painful embrace
Desparate
Clawing
Dragging back
Into itself.
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Donovan. . .
A breath of fresh air
tasted me and passed
Strange,
how memory floods and rushes
bringing driftwood
on the shore of my mind.
The pools twist and writhe
in the eternal grasp
of thought.
June 1972
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Escapes me
In a mad dash
--A wild rush of words
A poem unfinished
Forgotten
In the mad dash
--A wild rush of words,
For lost
Paper.
July 6, 1972
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The words
Run down my pen
Onto the paper
From my mind
I write
Startle me more
Than my friends
Who know me.
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What I'm really thinking
While I'm writing
Poetry.
Unnoticed, I write
Secretly thinking to myself.
Summer raindrops melt the sun
Mist away when day is done.
Night-time mists o'ercloud the dew
Changing land that I once knew.
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Tattered shroud of night undone
Flees the dawn before the sun.
Dew-kissed earth awaked by song
Ope's green eyes 'ere sleeping long.
I, in morning's early hours
Kiss the drowsy, petalled flowers
'Till they open sleepy eyes
And gaze upon the sunny skies.
Whisp'ring streams in mountain grass
laughing rivers join and pass
Rushing to the tranquil sea
Plunging in, ecstatically.
1972-1973 sometime
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Princess spring
Washed her hair
And shook it out in the sky.
Left the suds
On the sea shore
And her hair on the grass
To dry.
Fall, 1973
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The world of "What was supposed to be."
And "What would have happened then?"
Is only a few decisions away
Yet quite beyond our ken.
December 4, 1973, 2:20 A. M.
Who Made The Stars? I used to think that stars Through the years I learned Such is the stuff with which Perhaps God lit the stars Evening, January 12, 1974
Were magic glitter for wishes
Flung by Elf-folk
Dancing on the lawn.
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That that they are nebulous clouds
Of gasses--burning, burning
Like a torch.
The Lord molds the infinite spaces
We call our universe, being
Slightly presumptuous.
As magic glitter for wishes,
While Elf-folk, praising,
Danced with Angels, on the lawn.
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I met a butterfly one day
Sitting in an evergreen tree.
I helped it dry and fly away.
Away it flew into the wind;
I saw Joy flutter through it
And then it was gone--forever.
I kept its hollow gray cocoon
To remember the splendour
And Joy in flight at finding freedom.
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Go then, butterfly, on new wings.
Find the warmth of wind and sky.
Freedom is yours now, and forever.
My love follows you, brother mine.
Yes, I'll miss you, here behind.
Don't look back. I'll follow, someday.
Night of Departure. Sunday, February 24, 1974.
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The sun is fuzzy and red at dawn
'Cause he still has his pajamas on.
October 18, 1974 10:30 A. M.
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The weaver in the clouds
Who combs their fabric
Twists it with stong fingers
And weaves a cloak
From rain, mist, and sunlight
To clothe the dusk
With many-colored cloth
Whipped down the sky
By the wind.
January 13, 1975, 11:25 P. M.
Late Night
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Soft,
fuzzy,
round,
warm,
kitten!
Mew!
SCRATCH!!
BITE!!!!
Teeny,
tiny,
sweet,
'dorable,
CARNIVORE!!
Eats
my hand.
September 1977
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I watch the driveway for the car
I know it won't arrive.
Like the cat sitting in the window, waiting,
I love you from afar.
Ah, how long the days without you!
How tedious the work, I moan.
Sometimes I stop and think, and realize,
I'm married, yet I am alone.
Another star for the ceiling; Partnerless during each Hambo, At our age our parents had homes and children. I put a candle in the window May 3, 1994
Another run for the phone,
To talk to you for maybe five minutes,
--And here I am, alone.
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Comfortless in our bed,
I try to sleep, but the empty spot
Won't let me rest my head.
They lived with hope and trust.
We work so hard to help the others,
When will someone else help us?
For my wandering boy.
I wait and hope, saying a prayer
Until he returns in joy.
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August 10, 1996
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I don't care about golden rings,
Or a golden harp, or golden crowns,
Or big white wings,
All I want is a foot in the door.
I don't care about where I sit,
Being first or last, or the middle place--
Wherever I'll fit.
All I want is a foot in the door.
Page Twenty-two (continued) / Page Twenty / Back to top / Bottom and links I don't care what cloud I'm on, Lord, I just want to be with you, December 25, 2003 (Christmas) Page Twenty-three / Page Twenty-one / Back to top A few words of explanation might help, I think. For David was written on the night my little brother, David, drowned in a small lake down the road from us. As you can probably tell, my little sister and I still miss him, even after all those years. There have been some additions to the old book, not the last of which was John, which was written while my husband was in South San Francisco taking care of his parents, who were beginning to lose it with Alzheimer's. If you add all the years up, we cared for them for eleven years.
In case you wondered, the Hambo is a dance done by couples in Sweden. As far as I know, it's the Swedish national dance. John and I met while folk dancing in Arcata, California. We married in 1981 after years of dancing together. We're still happily married, and we still dance together.
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If I get a hut or a mansion large,
With a lawn.
All I want is a foot in the door.
I don't care where I stand,
If you're in view,
All I want is a foot in the door.
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Credit where credit is due Department:
Most of this stuff is my old poetry, from a book of unpublished poetry I named Damp Earth and Deep Sky.
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