Seedtime Hope

steady now

the birds collect twigs
the trees bud with promise
the grass stands vibrant
the wind arrives gentle and new

hang tight

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Helping Hand

when i'm stuck
lost in my world
wandering along twisting
spaghetti brain lanes

i get caught in a loop

need You to straighten
my thinking, keeping me
moving forward, teaching me
to roll through a stumble

to deliver some truth

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Finding Inspiration

we writers
sometimes poets
players of words
collectors of ideas
pluck from the muck
pull pearls
string bracelets
to seduce the muse

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Truth

Moody

Confident Woman

She's every bit
              the confident woman

Her clothes are pressed
hair styled, shoulders back, chin up
She has her purpose
mission-minded, laser-focused, prepared

She's every bit
              the confident woman

Across the table sits
her mirror image in younger form
They sip their coffee,
click keyboards, shuffle papers,  tackle to-dos

She's every bit
              the confident woman

She instructs her daughter
in ways of life, of work, of world
Maybe a little jealous
her daughter's insight, strength,  sense-of-self

Becoming every bit
              the confident woman

her mother only feigns

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Twelve Tiny Treasures

These twelve words
written on my heart
constant companions
my hope and breath
my anchor and wind

Remember, I am with you
Always
Until the very end of age

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Dandelion Seeds

a stream of consciousness
connects trouble
to trouble to trouble

gun violence
domestic violence
no solutions nonsense

health declining, covid rising
civil unrest pivots like a windsock

Ukraine.
Oh, Ukraine.
my heart weeps
my anger boils
but my hands feel confined
in this spectator's straight jacket

Take a breath, oh my soul

Sprinkle random acts of kindness
Into my space in this world
Let them catch a zephyr
Let them spread like dandelion seeds

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Such a Brat

This bossy story
pricks and pesters.
It's such a brat.
Doesn't care I'm uncertain.

Inspiration pokes and prods 
'til I pay it some attention,
like my pup with her ball
incessant 'til I play with her

What if I ignore it? Ha!
The muse will ruin my dreams
to wake me, to make me 
write

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New High Score

With the breaking blip of light
the pinball machine in my mind
shoots out the first ball for the day

it zips, zings, pings
back and forth
being flung by the bumpers

ideas fling with flurry
scurry, chasing a high score
thoughts zip past trying to catch

that one idea that'll make the machine sing
the rattling rings the victory melody
when at last my mind snags

that story idea. 
Not the one I want to write,
the one I need to write.

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