Dream Disability Poems

Glow morning warm
hugging
sleepy scalp and face embrace
outside sacred pink
yellowing fragrant dawn

Without fear of fading dark
or death
or sin

Welcome in
naked foot massage
pressure memories of walk
on stretching strings

Hang...

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It's weird
and sometimes wild
living with a non-LeftBrain verbal dominant
aspiring child,
now young adult

I find myself waiting for him
to nonverbally connect
and correct me
about my patriarchal domineering
economic and...

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Night time rituals, that little space of time,
Cathartic relief, along with sweat and grime,
Tribulations of the day wash away, too,
Pool down the sink hole, tomorrow...

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Mama

Mama, I think in only pictures, 
and fight for every word. 
I babble songs and stories, 
and dream I will be heard. 

My little toys...

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Rain

As I set here quiet, 
I gather my thoughts. 
I pray without the pomp...
of a beginning or an end. 
As He is always with me....

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Puzzles in Pink

Yesterday is just a dream. 
I took you everywhere, 
but you... do not remember. 

My little one, 
you cried and cried. 

We went...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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No War...

In the days...
between here and there, 
many will find, 
time for reflection. 
Time to consider...
all that was lost, 
all that was gained, 
everything worth...

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Does Not Take Much

The dust of yesterday, 
clings to my shoes, 
and tries to slow down...
my breathing. 
It is just dried clay, 
stuck to nothing...

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Christmas Past...

I would bake all night;
cookies, cakes, pies and the like. 
I would put things together, 
that had no instructions, 
at least in any language...
that...

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less,...

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Your Sweet Face

The first thing I see
looking at me, 
are your eyes.
Like the deep of space, 
grabbing my soul, 
and sending it outward, 
beyond. 
Where...

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The Map Undrawn

Written in the snow, 
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent. 

The way to heaven... 
is seen, 
fleeting in its passing, 
like a...

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Fruits and Friendships

An open heart, 
an open hand, 
a way to say, 
He is in command. 

Placing others above yourself, 
ever trying to reach, 
a...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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