The Wabi-Sabi Writer

And so this time has come to its end... 30 poems in 30 days Inspiration blooms Springs forth  fervent free wild words wander with reckless abandon across the ether sprouting poems in the field Thank you for joining me  on my poetic exploration of  all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:  nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect (Feedback is welcome,...

and even in the eleventh hour Words demand  their price NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 30 Based on the prompt to write a minimalist po...

There are moments in my day when I hear  the wild parrots laughter echos above the wires and remember our hours laughing over the wire a whole big book of nothing doubling  me over long after  the call that I can still see  your five year old face nestled in a crown of curls smiling at me I see that same smile now in the face of your son and hear your laughter  in my own NaPoWriMo 2019 Day...

teenage angst  inked in secret spiralbound hours a rhyme or reason compass to find myself in the black oblivion an ever expanding perspective the door to the common humanity NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 28 Based on the prompt to write a poem about poetry *le poème est quoi - the poem is wha...

So it is with me as with that Muze whose hand does often write a wind whispered plea behind mist cloaked views So tender is the night NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 27 ...

I have settled in the city by the bay where I can see water out my windows in the distance Close enough to keep  a tenuous unmoving balance between beauty and cost yet the tidal surge pulls me close and I  crave the symphony of crashing waves over the crackling wires the scent of sand and salt  of briney breeze over the redolence of refuse and vagrance over ambition and exhaust NaPoWriMo...

Women enter here from the streets they carry designer label struggles and the sweat stains  of the day a pile of shoes keeps sentinel at the door angelica  steeps as the drum beats its beat an invitation to journey within the women  each path appears and for a short while drop  anchor in the sea of equanimity NaPoWriMo 2019 Day ...

My love I hope you never grow tired  of me my relentless demands echo in the chambers The walls thin enough to be compliant and yet strong enough to keep our secrets I listen for your reassurance in the black hours when all  I hear is the dead silence Praying my love  to feel you  again NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 24 Based on the prompt to write a poem  write a poem that, is inspired by a reference...

You know   The question all adults want to know but never do They stare at my gangly limbs restless twitching as I curl up wherever the sun shines I answer  - a ballerina as I touch my head with my toes I answer -  a doctor as my curious notions roll on the floor like spilled sugar pills then I answer a nun oh the look  on my  crewcut cussing mother she lit another cigarette took...

I have spent my life with words  spiral bound and inked  sophistry story and poetic justice ink mixed with alcohol flows out of the halo across the page it bleeds over edges pools in places you do not want so you add more alcohol blow hot air across the surface urging  an image to form It is best to let go of attachment the beauty is in  the abstraction  the familarity the unexpected enough to make you dizzy Ink  stains the...

Remembering the year has changed over with every  page the long march through another turn around the sun my soul's shoes have cushion but are not broken in I stock up on bandages as blisters bubble  and burst wrap support systems to immobilize the parts threatening to snap salves of distraction to ease constant abraision of  grief against fraying  silken heart strings This road before me is too vast to comprehend...

I like to harvest words while sitting alone at a cafe I sip wine or tea and gather the notions  in notebooks I keep  in my pocketbook oh if they only knew... "I like food.  Food is Good" (and evidently so is the wine) as the woman spins her fork in the chicken like it was spaghetti "Omg - huge picture of her placenta" "I saw the nipple - it was the scariest thing I saw in my life all black, extended and dangling" "We...

The viridian waters   surround me in a saline embrace I find my breath above each wave I roll side to side toward an infinite edge I dive into the cerulean deep blind and trusting I  am one with the sea NaPoWriMo 2019  Day 19...

This is the Zachistka the cleansing time the time of pain of rememberance I returned from the desert relieved to have  a moment to spare this tightly coiled notion but a forked  tongue lie waiting to strike I drag my fingers over where  I left bruises greening blue against the pale day I swirl sand on the desert floor like a shattered  hourglass spilling time This is the cleansing Wishing the wind would whip it...

Love is a shadow I chase across the sky I follow under bridges and reach towards as the sun sets as the moon rises This shadow  follows me tries to touch me tries to seep inside  me yet  I run oh so fast away but what if I am still my shadow rests  beside me letting love bathe me from inside NaPoWriMo 2019  Day 17 ...

A childhood palette fizzing fanta soda - backyard BBQs and laundromat in the square fingers and lips sticky  with pink cotton candy from Whalom park a copper penny  popped in quick  like a bleeding finger  chaulky chocolate  squares swallowed to follow it through blue otter pops sucked out plastic tubes thick whole milk  sucked through a straw each  cloying coating my throat sour rubarb stalks gorged one...

To be or Not to be that is the question or is it Do or Do Not for there is no  try whether it be nobler or not to suffer the attempts we make  to fool ourselves and follow all the same to grunt and sweat under a weary life yet difficult to see always in motion this future is so Soft  you now for all the world's a stage and all the men  and all the women merely  players waiting for a curtain call.... NaPoWriMo...

These cheap plastic bretrayers of trips around the sun offer  a clear bright view of  the distant signs yet  blur  everything within reach If we were to keep  one within  arms reach would we  find an embrace or miss that which is further from our grasp? Would we even know and if  not would it even matter? It is the edges that crisp and blaze beyond the  rim as...

Photo Credit: Zero Equals Two Hands hold each other palm to palm open  inviting fingers interlaced intentions weaved as we walk this way for everyone to see hands cloistered in cotton folds hiding the emptiness from sight hands hungry  cupped towards passersby who refuse to see their  reflection on the stained sidewalk I invite you close your eyes hold your hand out to your side extend each finger until you  feel that  cold tingle that...

If I were to look  in my nethermost  hallows Would I find myself in chains gyves and irons offering up my power in open  bleeding palms Bound to repeat my contrition with Sysiphean insistence that it would somehow be different? or  would I hasten  the wise words and grab hold the broomstick click my heels three times and say I am enough as I am Enough! NaPoWriMo 2019  Day...

I wonder while watching children cluster like  gulls at a beach picnic eager impatient insistent wings waving wildly their ebullient laughter echoing through cobbled passages which flavor will I choose? caramel au beurre salé - a languorous kiss from an afternoon lover chocolat noir - an enveloping, tantalizing secret noix de coco - a promise of tropical respite I want to taste Paris summertime the...