Wednesday, November 26, 2014

November 26, 2014 Writers Digest 2014 Novermber PAD Challenge/ The Same Old Thing

The Same Old Thing

in the southwest                               most every day is the same

tick tock the hours pass                                the same old thing

the sun rises in the east                   above taos mountain

it shines brightly all day long                      the same old thing

it sets in the west                                                      glorious color

the same old thing                            tick tock

most days are filled with dust devils          riding the wind across the mesa

on another day  storm clouds gather on the horizon                   it might rain                                                               a few splashes on the sage

still...on another day              snow                                       but most days are sunny                            
it seems like the same old thing...the same old wonderful thing

there is something comfortable about sameness              reassuring

sameness makes you feel you know where you are                     and what will happen next

the landscape seems to be embedded in resin                 everything slow

November 26, 2014

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

November 25, 2014 Writer's Digest 2014 PAD November Challenge/ A Love Poem

A Love Poem

where to begin                      where to start                       

is there a beginning to love             or is love like life                  
& always is                
& always will be

if i made a list

i might start with the one i love                  the soul mate

the members of my tribe                             family             friends

pets                                         past & present

the sky                        the sun & clouds                   the nighttime sky
                                                                                                moon & stars

the earth  & all that it is                               mesas & mountains
trees & plants
creatures & insects              
 wind & rain

i am in love with everything                                    i see before me
all that i know
            all that I remember

November 25, 2014

Monday, November 24, 2014

November 24, 2014 Writers Digest 2014 November PAD Challenge/ I'll be Here

I’ll Be Here

i wait for you                                     wait to hear from you

like first woman                                            i wonder where you have gone

listen for your voice                          in the wind chimes

you are spirit                                                 the flame that flickers

i see you in the light                         when the sun rises over taos mountain

last light of day                                  glorious sunsets
                                                                        red, gold, & purple

i fly with the junkos, finches & jays             that gather seeds

i get the overview                             no longer close up

i read the signs in the shadows                   look for traces in the sand

accept with open heart                    it was the end of your journey home

i make a place for you                                  in what is left of my broken heart

now like smoke                                  you are memory

November 24, 2014

Sunday, November 23, 2014

November 25, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/The Moments of Our Lives --Writers Digest/ A New Direction/Release/I Am Not Alone


life is made of moments                   passing so quickly 
even before we realize they have arrived

often the precious moments                                    are neglected

left lonely                   miserable                   a stain upon the breast

this doesn’t happen by resolute decision              but rather a careless spill

sometimes in darkness                     all is forgotten           except the present
                                                                                                            where we reside

like the children                    the moments grow old
follow their own paths

yesterday so quickly forgotten                    for new thrills

the snow falls gently                                                 the day cloudy                                  

black birds occupy bare branches                          where they pirouette & flutter

so quickly only a memory

November 23, 2014 


for long i have traveled                    without compass       map    or instructions

picking a direction                                        each day

does the past give a clue                  to each day’s new direction

is it in the bird’s song                                   the one at the feeder

does the direction of the wind        that moves the wind chime             hold a clue

where is one to get the answer

perhaps travel along the river                    listen to her whisper as she lies in her bed

...or follow some dusty trail long forgotten            

...or watch a dust devil as he tears across the mesa

perhaps one can get along without a compass      map                or instructions

November 21, 2014



release from all outside expectations                     requests                     obligations

it is freedom in a way                       release from imprisonment

live as you wish                                 please yourself

we all want to get there                   after all

become the adult in one’s own life             but even then expectations may be high

November 22, 2014


 I AM NOT ALONE                 

the snow gently falls

to kiss the earth                    visibility low

my compass broken             
or lost

the morning began with heavy clouds
like rolls of cotton on a blue horizon

take a sounding
locate the center       the core

                        the world
picture perfect                      a collage of memories

as a child                    living on the gulf coast
i dreamed of a white christmas

which was never to be                     in my childhood home
now it is possible                               in high mountain desert     
& sometimes happens

but I am a child no more
santa doesn’t come to my house                 i don’t expect him

                        holidays          i am more aware of loss
than gain

it has been many years
since I have embraced the traditions of my childhood
too busy with work

                        i have toyed with the idea of  decorating a tree this year
would it bring back something lost             something missing

is it worth the effort            
to try to reclaim something of the past                  in a new world

the traditions i have carved out for myself are different now
i have accepted the ways
of those who first claimed this land 

                        is it time to reweave the holes in the fabric of my own life
offer myself a toast to what is left               love the life i have

                        become the new me                         who has been waiting
usher in the new year                      count my blessings
decorate that tree                 light the candles
sing carols                                          give thanks for you

November 23, 2014