FRIDAY FREE FLOW POETRY

POETRY DEFINED A poem slides down the mouth like a smooth liqueur that goes down to the soul when you sip it. like sand in your sandals and skipping through  waves.. catch the poem  QUICK. You might miss it!   Breathe in a great poem like the breath of a lover soft silk or the warmth of the fire a poem can leave you with breathless delight like a heightened and  luscious desire.   A poems a lazy Sunday on a hammock in June when the breeze blows soft on your shoulder the poem, breathe it down deep into your lungs it can make you feel young when you’re older.   A poems a spring day, steaming coffee in  morning.. an umbrella dipped PinaColada a poems a surprise like the child who swings at the colorful  hanging pinata.   Translucent and pure yes a poem is rich it can change you with…

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FRIDAY Free Flowing Poems

I wrote this while looking at my big pile of journals not feeling ready to open them up yet to write my next chapter of my Memoir. THE ‘S’ POEM Im sitting here sifting thru….the shitty sagas. the sentimental stuff.. the Soggy Sappy Stories…. to see if I can come to a Solid Stance on it. Im sorting thru the stack of sadness. The stashed stuffed emotions in my journals in the drawer the solemn stolen moments trying to make  sense of the scenarios. Sweet Solace! I see some somber  soliloquies in the midst of the soothing sentences. Some might say I’m a sad sack  (and maybe sometimes I seem that way) but I’d love my subconscious mind to slow down to see the sweetness….. of the soul. These two poems I wrote during my nap today. A PERFECT DAY FOR A POEM A perfect day to pick a poem from the air.. to coax…

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POEM. ‘Haven’t cut my hair since Christmas’.

HAVEN’T CUT MY HAIR SINCE CHRISTMAS Havent cut my hair since Christmas and its now well into March my hairs now like Marge Simpsons a high pile of laundry…. starched! Its sorta fun, I like it to see how high it grows what style is it becoming who cares? and heck..Who knows? Recently though I was tempted to cut the whole thing off become a free bald woman not care if Id be scoffed. Whats with this hair obsession? Ive had it all my days Beauty shops they scared me Id leave all in a daze. ‘She DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ME!’ She took WAY TOO MUCH OFF!’ I couldn’t bear to tell her I hated my new coif! So big hair vs baldness NO hair or.. down to THERE!? oh such a strange dilemma. My god…. ITS ONLY HAIR. (Id love you to JOIN MY MAILING LIST for upcoming poems, Memoir…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOWING POEM

AT THE BOOKSTORE Billy Collins, Yates, Maya Angelou. They’re all sipping coffee with me as I sense their spirits leaping from their pages.. into my pen into my soul. Ive always loved bookstores sitting with hot drink pen, books piled high. I could learn anything here I am a poet sponge. Hours ….. go by and I am lost. I am lost now in Leonard Cohen and Robert Frost, Frances Evans , Shakespeare, minds tossed.. but in a good way Ive got a lot to say, now I want to say it. and I will. I want to come here again tomorrow and every day WHY? Because I feel a newness an aliveness All is well here and Im safe sipping coffee with unmade hair an air of exquisiteness…and other worldliness exudes  and then when I get home after being here all day mingling with the miriad of masters I open…

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FRIDAY Free Flow Poems

Back in January  when I was in a pretty deep confusion in my life, I let my pen fly. About 60  Dr. Suess- ish poems spewed out of my pen. Here are a few.  Same theme of confusion, restlessness and fatigue. REST Just want rest.. nothing more.. exhaustion.. to the core. Stop this world stop the train Give me sleep.. my frazzled brain. Please no questions no blank stares no more art talk to sell my wares. Too burned out to say a word this stories over this lifes absurd My zest has gone just wilted flowers cant speak,  cant think.. more restless hours. DIVING BOARD She’s standing on the diving board waiting poised and posed to jump in. She’d like someone to push her but not sure she can swim. RESTLESS AGAIN 5 am. Cat jumps im awake… restless again.. Mercury in retrograde? fidgety…. cold feet. Grab socks. curl on couch…

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FRIDAY Free Flow Poem. ‘SHIT PILE’

Have you ever felt like the Universe was calling you ..to do something? This free flow poem flew out of me today while I was doing my morning writing.   ‘SHIT PILE’     ‘Hey You! the universe beckoned. ‘Come here. Im calling you!” . ‘Who me?   ‘Yep’. I need you to do something. Be extremely brave..   Walk to the edge.. Do it.’   ‘DO what?” I asked.   “Just listen to me.Im asking you to throw off all excuses and come with me!’   ‘Nah. Not interested. ‘Find a braver soul’.   ‘Nope. I choose you!!’’ the Universe summoned with an impatient tone.   ‘Take all your warped pain and turn it into   Beauty.   Turn it into something..   worthwhile.   ‘I know you can’. Thats why I’m choosing you’.   SO here’s your pile.   Your pile of…..   unfulfilled dreams.   Your pile…

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FRIDAY Free Flow poems- ‘ARE YOU GONNA SHOWER THIS WEEK?’

‘ARE YOU GONNA SHOWER THIS WEEK?’ Bob came home the other day, looked in on me in my art room and asked ‘Are you gonna shower this week?’ That’s always been our funny inside joke when he sees me enthralled with my creative energy. You creative people might know that feeling when you’re too enthralled by what your creating and dont want to stop to eat or pee or shower? Definitely not do your hair!! (oh btw, I havent had a haircut since Christmas.) Those creative wild days are nice. I used to make art feverishly— every day almost (for years and years). Getting new ideas would be so exciting to me. Being an artist, writer or any creative soul I think we sometimes live for new ideas! Lately though I have been in a bit of an art making lull. (Actually since my cat died early January) Since I started…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOWING POEMS

FAT SKINNY AND IN BETWEEN Fat skinny and in between. yeah Ive been those sizes ….. Was I more content when bones stuck out? nah I was not wiser. I thought it equalled happy to be more thin than stout. what a precious waste of time What WAS that all about? HAHA What a worry all the years concerned I was always in a hurry to get those cal’ries burned. SO here I sit past 50 50 years on earth concerned about the size of boobs cellulite and girth?. What use did all that do me? I thought …’I might just die!’ If I had excess blubber.. Oh dam a wicked lie! My kitties they still love me and my face still loves the sun fat, thin and in between I think my worries…done!  ‘A WAITRESS AT THE STEAKHOUSE A waitress at the steakhouse as she filled my iced tea…

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POEM-‘Day at the art museum’

DAY AT THE ART MUSEUM Spent the day at the art museum on a Sunday afternoon hardly any humans we walked thru every room.  Van Gogh, Monet, Matisse up close and in the raw This place holds mystic magic The solemn and the awe. The indigo impressions are worth it, every cent $4 parking for us both and gayly off we went. Creative vibes all fused together in one consuming space Picasso, Dali, Ancient mugs atop.. a solemn face. Mauve melancholy murals and turquoise tranced T’Louise, abstracts in alignment Impressionistic muse. Miniature glass houses  and oblong figurines furniture with inlays with sculpted headboard beams. Full bedroom armoirs   small wooden carvings  inside. my brain its now exploding my sadness now has died. Wooden heads atop glass bottoms model horses made of straw Syrian old tapestries stunning reds upon the walls. Massive gold inlays framing maudlin scenes old Mayan ruin relics mixed scarcely in between Gold gorgeous gaudy Gaugins all packed within…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOW POEMS – 3 POEMS A WEEK

I recently hit a brick wall in my life (but it was a good thing because it led me to my new writing life). I guess you could call it a mini breakdown but I’ve always thought of break DOWNS as break THROUGHS  so I guess you could call these break THROUGH poems! After many years of selling my art at art shows around the country I was like the Energizer bunny who hit the wall and went…..‘SPLAT!!’ Batteries went out!! These poems explain a bit of my frustration. They just spewed out of me during my recent writing hiatus. I know they are Dr. Suess-like and similiar in tone but thats fine with me. I had fun writing them and writing helped me move on and heal.  You might be able to relate to totally burning out on something. That was my mood when I wrote these three poems. They…

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