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The Old Woman

Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
unrecognizable.
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail countenance
struggling in vain to see
a fast approaching 
destiny.
Daylight dims as twilight fades,
and lurking in the corner there,
A Dark Shadow
smiles. . . . .
as the old woman waits 
Alone.

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Breasts

I never missed you
nestled high upon my chest
lovely soft round pillows
full haughty globes.
Admired.  Yes,
even by me.
Prideful I was,
blessed among women.
Even when you were gone
it was no tragedy . . .not then.
I never missed you in all these
years, twenty six and more
to be exact.
Not through nights with spouse
or after with that one lover
who never noticed or, if he did
I couldn’t tell.
I never missed you in all these years
well, maybe just the sensitive 
erotic brown nubs that stood erect
like attentive soldiers when it was cold
or when I was hot.
And I’ve been hot, 
so I’m told.
I never missed you in all these years.
No regrets for cut of scalpel 
no second thoughts
for flayed flesh
until now.
Until Him. 
I never missed you in all these years, 
but I miss you now.
The sorrow of your loss
has come home to roost 
but tears have no magic 
to heal my scarred disfigured chest.

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The Grey Goose

My friend Grey Goose
 flew by today
 honking loud 
 in mournful greeting.
 Poor goose, poor goose
 alone you fly, as two by two
 your flock glides by.
 Did hunter’s aim 
 or beast of prey
 Steal your life long mate away?
 It matters not what wicked blow
 Suffice, you fly alone.
 Then as I watch, you soar in flight
 skim low down river’s canyon
 I bow my head and pray next year 
 you’ll fly with a companion.

This morning, as each year around this time, a small flock of Canadian Geese flew down the river bed. About four years ago one of the pairs lost his mate, and, as many of you know, geese mate for life. So this lone goose remains with his flock, always flying alone behind, calling. . . . . and each year, it breaks my heart. . . .this year I decided to write a little tribute to my friend, The Grey Goose.

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Independent Women

You call us strong
 independent, dynamic
 powerful,
 energetic
 and some, less kind, might say
 bold and intimidating.
 But you can’t see into our souls.
 We, 
 strong women who struggle 
 with massive characters, 
 share hearts seared with scars.
 We feel deeply, 
 love fiercely,
 protect our own with all we are,
 have the courage to give until 
 we are empty, and
 sometimes 
 what we really are
 is afraid.
 It’s then, 
 we just need someone to take our hand, 
 and tell us everything is going to be okay

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Peeling An Onion

There is a truth in you my friend
both heady and unique
that makes my sense of smell
take flight, 
and drives my curiosity.

I carve away voraciously,
cut deep and cut again
til glossy bulb is
ringed layers
of dazzling luminosity.

Sweet orbed bands, 
I plate them out, 
in artful presentation 
gleaming rings I praise, admire 
the aim of my pomposity

I peel, and peel,and peel again
core’s perfect pearl revealed
And I in awe,
Relish, delight 
devour you aromally

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The Memory Bag

Wresting words from mind to pen
Spilling ink and thoughts again.
Recalling days of youthful fun,
Bags of marbles, precious ones.
Unshared secrets, memories old
Hidden deep in velvet folds, 
Memories slip from faded pouch
Scattering verses all about
Things that matter most to me
Are those that others never see
I take them out occasionally 
To touch caress, so selfishly
Not for prying eyes are these, 
In rush I gather them to me, 
Hold them close and breathe them in
Until I bring them out again.

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My Roots, My Genes, My Life

Nothing in me is Her
Yet everything in me is Of Her
Nothing in me is Him
Yet everything in me is Of Him
Nothing in me is Them
Yet everything in me is Of Them
They are all gone now
And
I miss them.

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The Santiam Graveyard

Phantoms eerie, 
burned and blackened
arms upraised in supplication
bent and broken, beckoning.
Driftwood garbed they testify
in shrouded mist, in foggy sky 
Woodland graveyard, petrified
Silent screams 
assault the senses
“Who says fire cleanses”

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Autumn

Autumn leaves
flutter 
and fall
twirling in a
danse macabre
their scattered colors 
brilliant, lay 
in mock repose 
and dry decay
lawn’s mosaic, 
lowly cloak
they wait their turn
to go up in smoke

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Winter

Winter is upon me
Gray and fragile
Life blood flows cold 
Ice crystals 
Decorate frozen bones 
Yet my dormant heart beats
in anticipation
of
Spring,
Spring,
Spring.