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The house is scrubbed clean For the big graduation All the books are shelved. A tent in the rain to honor my dear daughter with ceremony. Not done this before Uncharted territory Won’t be here again. She’s continuing ongoing life long learning without stop or start. All requirements self imposed and rigorous are unfolding still. … Read more
Reading Walden I remember when my sister had to read Walden by Thoreau; it was intolerable, excruciating, deafeningly exasperating like an incessant blaring alarm that can’t seem to be shut off. It was like walking barefoot over a path of rough rusty nails or being sprayed by a feisty skunk for no reason, the stench … Read more
I Am Orange I am orange bright, bold and in your face caution: you can see me from far off… I’m unreserved and free blasting forward, assertive (but safe from being shot at) I make other colors look better. I’m slurpy as a tangerine while dry as a desert sunset blazing; clear, humble, lyrically compassionate … Read more
Let it Be like Atlas carrying the world taking too much responsibility I need a vacation from introspection pressure huge expectation and crippling hope that shrivels and snivels trying to make it all right with too much effort knowing what it could be with too much intensity and too much tenacity why do only … Read more
Well Fertilized My friend is on the phone: “What’s going on?” “I’m hauling a lot of crap around.” “Oh dear. What’s happened?” “No, really, it’s great. I’m making several trips bringing home free horse manure for my garden.” That’s when she realized that the metaphor applies: all that awful “shit she’s been through” has … Read more
The brilliant red rose against the white viburnum grabs the wandering eye. A cacophony of satisfying thunder it hasn’t rained yet. I am sorting piles – a deleterious heap of fragments bygone. My philosophy: to realize goodness and love one another. The leaf veins branch out a modest infrastructure for collecting food. by Polly Castor
Garbage Removal I’m up praying at four in the morning. Misty, moist, cool air refreshes, wafting in on tendrils from the open window. The only sound I hear is the massive bang and clunk of a garbage truck with hulking mechanical biceps in grinding metal arms, picking up those hugely heavy commercial containers, dumping out … Read more
On Earth Day Often we think of earth’s jaggedly impassable, impressive mountain precipices, or a raging volcano’s seething lava, surging mercilessly down hill, or the intensely glaring heat waves shrouding remote, windswept deserts, or hulking blue ice sheets crashing precipitously into chill Arctic oceans, or the devastating … Read more
Tips of Spring The bare branches tacitly precise point gnarled fingers and wave lacy tendrils like brooms sweeping the sky like hair standing on end each strand preposterous and defined coy, but flirting capillaries. This spiky punk rock stage will pass the spring cleaning will finish the monochromatic veins and bony limbs will soon be … Read more
This is Me I’m a room’s golden glow paneled in luminous framed prints, refracting and shiny with a tossed, jauntily quilted pillow demanding attention. I’m the waxed wood floors, slightly gritty, a bright bouquet of yellow freesia beckoning buoyantly, and a tempting stack of books close by. I’m an empty rocking chair, inviting embrace a … Read more
I had a pleasant Friday evening last night interspersed with intervals working in my office, making a Lemon Cake and reading a wonderful anthology of American Poetry. The cake was made from a “Lemon Yogurt Cake” recipe in The Barefoot Contessa’s At Home Cookbook. While my family are definitely not cake people, I was after … Read more
Sheep-feeding “Lovest thou me?”… then … “Feed my sheep.” He was emphatic about it — repeating it three times — to stress the imperative directive. How do you do it? I feed sheep when I heal someone through prayer when I listen to a friend when I cook for my husband when I homeschool my … Read more
Nipping it in the Bud? love an opening bud tentative, unsure is it safe? trust experience: so disappointing, so discouraging or invest in hope: so sanguine, so easily jeopardized, vulnerable and perishable or steel oneself instead: instigating inevitable disillusionment by pushing away – hard fleeing or walled off — disquieted, blighted, to wither alone plagued … Read more
Equal Partners Algebra is a ballroom dance Both sides of the equation hold hands at the equal sign Different but the same, they swing around Rumba, jitterbug or cha-cha – lots of steps But holding effortlessly tight To principle and educated method Some moves simple, some fancy flips The equal sign steady, balancing As variables … Read more
My twelve year old daughter is doing something called “Brave Writer” as part of her homeschooling curriculum which includes “Tuesday Teatime.”
Today I wrote one of the best poems I’ve written in a long time. Then, after major deliberation, I have chosen not to share it here to protect someone’s…
