The Wabi-Sabi Writer

And so the poetry project has completed.  The journey continues..... I hope you join me along the wayEmbrace the weird...NaPoWriMo2017 GloPoWri...

My knackfor doingthe same thingoverand overbearingthat jagged burdenan over the hillsisypheanromantic notionthat it wouldbe differentthis timeit is an illusionadelusionmyreflectioninsidean aluminum foilmirrorfainttruthformsbeneaththe surfaceHereI am unweighted I fallinto the sky NaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day ...

WordshaveawayoffindingtheonewhoislostandbringingthembackhomeNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day ...

Part ICuriosityThere is more than one wayto skin a catas I discoveredin the flickering florescent formaldehyde soakedsense of beingrightthat there was neveranything wrongBut what is newpussycat?Sunnysleepsin the cribwhile the babywears a collarwith a bell on itso we can hearher answerwhat she wants to bewhen she grows upShe cries outuntil her voicebreaksin the barren birchestheir namesechoingover the creakingfrozenpondThere is more than...

A girl has her needsat least every three weeksthat must be metthe display of skincracked and callousedeased into the warm oil slicked bathheels pumicedall my hard edgespushed backcutand polishedsmoothIt is almost enoughto forgethow you forgothow to touch mehow to blendandblurour bodiesundulatinghoursas oneseekingto connectand let goYour thumbruns the lengthalong each strainingsidepushes the preciouscenterpulling meclosercloseruntilI comeundoneit...

I have stood outtoo talltoo longin the gelid judging windsThere was no choicebut to growspindly spinessince my solitaryone was not strong enoughto defendmy positionmy reasonhangingtorpidin the balanceNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day ...

BreakfastI blend smooth all the sundry intentionsdrink in the obligatory elixers of the dayLunchI slink out and search the concrete wastelandfor scarce leafy harvests of timeDinnerI rip and whip and twirl and tossthe keepings for my lifeMorningPages spread open on the tableready to receive as the cat runs circles and the tea grows coldNoonThe darling hour begs the questionto let the heart run free in the field or to remain fenced in to the flickerNightHours...

Letter from my 80 year old selfDear Jenni,I like that you are playing with your name. Keep playing no matter what you do.  It is the joyful silly moments you find who you are and what you have to give.I know you have been feeling the pressures of life - the job, money, wanting romance.  Ease up on yourself a little.  You are not defined by those things.  Taking care of yourself and being present to life will get you further than...

I sitseeking comfort infamiliar surroundingswaiting...for a friendfor the winered and rusticto calmmy nervesthe roguebiteeasesmy breathand keepsme good companyA well worn travellersits nearuntouchedbothofuswonderingwhyI choseanotherto exploitmy desiresI could notresistThe New Onewhospreads without shamebefore meMy laughhumslowanddeepit is simple I felt like breaking in a virgin tonightNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day...

We all spin1000 milesper houreach dayOur privateworldswarbleas weweaveimageandmirageintoout ofwhat we tellothersourselvesHolding onfor dearlifelayingclaimto a commonobliquitythe truth isweareallLittlechapsbegging to stopthe only spinthere isNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day 22  Inspired by the musical "Stop the world, I want to get off" --by Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newl...

Voices carrygreasy bagsof take out talkup stained stucco beaten down streets The Sirens echobackground singersto the slurred sidewalk solosunder my windowI sit silentin this hollowdarkness listening Each thoughtpicks and plucksmy chordae tendineae raw my atriafloodedwithstatic crackleof whitenoise lifeNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day 21 - Inspired by the prompt to write a poem that incorporates overheard...

My mother' s intentionwas to defend the legacy Ensurethe signature on the lifewe would createOur pointillism pathgave the impressionof purposeif not directionI resistedthe bland vaguenesspreferringto see thingsin black and whitemyChiaroscuroviewof the worldLifelayeredfatover leanslowlycuringuntilthe timegracetookformunderthe varnishofanordinarynameNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMoDay 20Photo Credit:By Claude Monet - The Yorck Project: 10.000...

Light slippedsoft and pinkbetween the blindsdawn's gentle fingersurging open the dayI waitat the tablemy tea growing coldlegs growing numbwaitingwaitingfor herFinallyshe waddlesinallsleep crease and crustwearing onlya tattered robemismatched socksand a face folded in on itselfGood Morning Sunshine, I sayShe mutters somethingabout needingcoffee and aspirinthe windowsopenblindsshutHer voicebreaks the airwith sandpaperand shards of glassThis makes...

Lurchingand heavingthe chariothurlsupUnion Streetit looks the same as it went inlike cornThe driverwith hazel eyesnestled in milky coffeebeneatha grandfather'swildcurbfeeler browwagsa crocked glancetowardsthe pileby a port-a potty landmark stopoh the stuff I findam all about datshe splurtsspyingthe strollerand stoolsnarledwitha shadeless ramrodlampI call it garbologyshe glurts and licksher plush pintucklipsall...

Iamfalling offthe edgeno longerwell balancedin the centerof commitmentI teeterfor evercatchingmyself before topplingover intofamiliarblacknowonthe rising timeI aspireto pullmyselfupto climbthe mossy slickwallsof resistancefindfinger holdsto gripintentionmyone hundredobligatorywordswrittenon the wallhave notsunk inOnlymy chalk stainedfingerscracked cuticlescovered inoldwhitecorporal dustremind mebetray meMy printthe onlyevidencelingeringon...

Gracefulsoulwell wornwith a singlestrandof namesDorothyDorothy PearlGrandma DorfDorfBut to meyou will always beGramI remember when we first metthat first thanksgivingin the redwoodsby the seaYou came inon a wavesoft spokenstoriesand sideways smilesriding the heelsof oneyour only oneyou walked this world withThe holiday dinnersYou waltzing through the orange tiled kitchenas you whipped white pepper wisdominto white velvet smooth mash -...

Ipausedfor solongwadiwaitingforawhetting then slowlythe flowbuildspressurebehind the hesitationrocksuntilwordsrunwildragingonspillingovermyedgessurgingforwardflashfloodsforgottenbanksmy edgesswellandbleed outbetweenthe linesNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day 1Photo Credit: ©1995-2015 University of New Hampshi...

In Betweenthat middlingplacewhere we waitfor the nextopportunitychancetimeheartbeatbreathbutSometimesthe waitislifelongexcrutiatinglyunendingpainfulpausethe lostthe  missedthe run out ofthe skippedthe lastthe endNaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo Day 15 Inspired by the prompt to write a poem about being in the middle of somethingPhoto Credit: https://pushfestival.ca/blo...