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Wanderlust

 

Wanderlust 

Wanderlust subsides

Once we recognize our own

Home field advantage 


Weary travelers

Used to be those other folks

Now I’ve joined those ranks 


Country roads of home

Hay meadows and rolling hills

Are where I belong 

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Permeating Moments

 

Permeating Moments 

straightening my hair 

five syllables, voice to text 
maximizing time
car: prayer chamber
praying my way in to work 
radio turned off 
permeating life
with what is most important 
~moments that matter~


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Timeless Classics

 From Margaret Simon’s prompt This Picture Wants to Be a Poem 

Timeless Classics

find the doorway 
to the secret garden 
of timeless classics 
warm memories of velveteen 
harrowing McGregors 
and Cinderella carriages 
unlocked with a skeleton key
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Thanksgiving Upside Down Cake

 Thanksgiving Upside Down Cake 

Turkey’s browninG

Hands a”prayiN’
Appetite alibI
Naptime improV
Kitchen graffitI
Siblings squabblinG
Gravy gibletS
Inquirers blinK
Viztin’ happniN
Indulgent utopiA
Nobody selfisH
Gathering heartfelT
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November Acrostic

 November Acrostic 

Needing connection, togetherness high On social gatherings we truly depend Visiting over coffee and pie

Eating too much….again and again
Making a kite – and watching it fly
Being grateful for family and friends Everyone joyful, wondering why 
Regular visits our schedules don’t lend 
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November Haiku


November Haiku

Welcome, November!

Bring on the thankful spirits,
heartfelt gratitude.
Families gather.
Bring as we visit and feast
peace and forgiveness.
November, remind 
us to grant mercy, grace to
others and ourselves.
Help us to serve and 
give, to be beacons of light
modeling your love. 


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A World

 Today’s poem is a double golden shovel using two lines from “The Witch” by Elizabeth Willis. 

A World 

a spell is a spell 

a witch is a witch 
she has potions – makes what has 
been her family’s magic 
known throughout the world 
to ward off fear of heart in those who 
cry – the very air of sadness goes 
out first, then 
while she stokes the fire 
her heart warms, then her 
husband reaches into the 
places remote as the planets 
inside of 
her, dry as cardboard, kisses 
the life back in, then his 
image (not in ink but) 
of heartlight beats with hers, then 
a miracle happens – a conceived
child becomes their compass
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Opinions

 Opinions

she flies on a broom and 

will wear a witch hat – you 
know she may make 
things appear or take what 
she wants…if the witch 
has a shadowy form but is 
not real, she is not of the 
seen realm – a possibility 
with every black cat, as 
her spirit in the yellow 
eyes shows her order…
she transforms to one who 
will sneak up and 
have her way into the 
opinions of others – a gift 
about witches often good but 
distant from man’s views of 
cities – unlike his death chamber