Old Women Are

a soft place to land
many are grandmothers
in their view of the world
the nurturing and feeding of our souls
are among their accomplishments

their joy reflects
our own goals and dreams
even as their eyes cloud in
remembrances of days when
the sun shone on them alone


When promises were as sweet
as gardenias in the sun of July
and days unfolded like envelopes
Unanswered questions had no fear
nor loomed like low hanging fruit

Their patience with us, the aged children,
is endless like the stars in their faces
like the stars that they are.
Shine my lovelies as I need your light
and you need to give it.

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I'm tired of hating myself

To Things I No Longer Eat

You are what you eat

I miss the creamy slide down my throat
sweetness lingering on my tongue
slip-slide on my lips

The crunchy crispness
of a chip, the salty swing of onion rings

Nuts and nougat I no longer eat
How I love salty, greasy and sweet

Ding Dongs, Twinkies and Zingers hear this-
While I will occasionally visit
I no longer live here.

My Boobs Are Grounded

that's where the weight loss is.
Always been ample in that area
now my sacks are being depleted.
the air is escaping
they're going flat.


Once proud balloons aloft
the gravity of life and years
cause and effect
influence their float and sputter.


Earthbound and useless
flights aloft
have become rare.
Kept mostly in the hangar
they are grounded.

CBC

Stand Up and Soar

A Poem to Black Birdie
Skiing, skating, floating
in air, wind in hair, surfing anywhere.
what makes it go?
it's all me baby, all me.

the glide back and forth
under my feet
the swish swish of the tires
a tribal swing
a metronome in motion, a waltz with the wind.

It's like asking - why fly like a bird-
don't we all want to stand up and soar?

Time I Have
I've realized many things while on disability. One such thing - it seems one has time or money.

When I first left the world of work all I wanted was time. Time to read. Time to sleep in. Whatever.

Now I want to go out to dinner. I want to see movies. I want nice clothes. I want a savings account.

In life there are choices. And time I have.

Entangled in the Minutes

Time is such a relative thing. Hours go by in a snap, moments take miles. It all depends on where one's head is.

My last three months have been like watching an hourglass fill. Months previous slipped away like unencumbered sand. Time is a thing that cannot be held in a grasp.

When you're entangled in the minutes, life happens. Grab what you can and don't let go. The golden moments elude us the most in remembrance.

I'm the One Who Changed