Poem: The Cold


What is this nose

like a pink petaled rose

and the streaming eyes

looking like they’ve cried

The booming head

so sunk on the bed

fever chilled sweating

leaving all freating

How did this enter

my core, my center?

And then spread all around

on my sacred ground

Taking over with delight

good blood cells take flight

So miserable I lay low

till it decides to go

taking with it my pep

and slowing my step

Thanks to all the trees

donating tissues for my sneeze

One day I will recover

and won’t be such a bummer

Hopefully soon

next year…immune??

 

 

 

 

 

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Poem: For M This Winter


Cloudless

endless blue glared down

Cheeks brushed by Goddess

frozen fingers

rubbing rouge on Her

still legged puppets

as they whirl and shiver

in endless white

Incessant snot

stuffed in pockets

The offering

given up

to the chill and burr

of footsteps frozen

crunching

The sounds of tiny edifice

falling in

crashing together

softly–fitting

And the tea

warming up the chill

melting the drops

of snow littered cold

that landed

and rode upon

this earthly form

Poem: From Within


Skin

carrying scars

picked at by fretful fingers

The loss of heat

or

vacuum suck of cold

(interwoven at times)

left on integument ripples

trying desperately to hide

bone wrapped melodies

played on organs

finely tuned by fingers

fretful fingers

of the merry minutiae

on drifting cells as the float by

Song of the soul

Hum of the heart

Picking at a piece of the part

the smooth skinned shell

to hear the singing chorus

from within this finite enclosure

its voice secretly serenading:

I, too, am here

Tornado


We had a tornado watch at work today. A strange alarm kept going off in the dungeon where I was working and voices kept coming on overhead to announce the possible tornado. Everyone but me seemed pretty calm having lived through it before, although some were checking the alerts on their phones (actually we’re not supposed to have our phones on at work). But I was just sort of bewildered figuring when I left work that I would be swept up like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz never to be seen again….

I told them this at work as I was leaving…and they assured me that I would know if one was heading towards me, but not if it was coming from behind. And yes, I might just end up in Oz…so just make the best of it. Yikes, I had actually forgotten my ruby slippers….

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You see, I’m actually a girl of blizzards and ice! This I know from…cars doing 180’s or hitting your breaks and having nothing happening. But being picked up off the ground by a giant funnel of wind? Egads! No thank you! Give me snow and freezing rain any day! That I can deal with!!

When I left the building there were some guys standing around where I punch out and they assured me the tornado had left the area, but it was still pouring. Oh great, my umbrella was in the car and the parking garage is not close! When I mentioned this, they asked why I wasn’t walking through the hospital to leave? Um, because I’m new and didn’t know the way I said sheepishly. Luckily these dudes were happy to help a sister out so I only got slightly wet.

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I have no idea if all the palm fronds laying on the road were left in the tornado wake or just from heavy winds, but I made it home safe and sound…. And I didn’t see any Flying Monkeys on the way home either!!

Yes indeed: there’s no place like home!

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