World wise
word wise
wishing
wary
words
wise
wit
poem-fickle August 9, 2014
Weather,
when in Calgary
changes her clothes
with the dizzying
rapidity of a thirteen year old
trying to figure out
what to wear to the school dance,
then rushes off
leaving chaos in her wake.
poem-there
There
in that alley
was the beginning
of dreams
of possibility
of wishes.
There
in that alley
was where imagining
became the tool
for all that was to be.
There
in that alley
was the first place
I was me.
poem-scribble August 8, 2014
This unending line
describes a metaphor for life,
our unending spinning through
the routines of daily life,
dark moments where we’ve
gotten stuck in a groove,
and there,
where it leaves the paper,
departure for
another plane.
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(This might be fun to try as a shape poem)
poem-missing August 7, 2014
Three thirty-three in the morning
I awaken, drenched in sweat.
I turn on the fan,
waiting for sleep to return
wishing that you were beside me.
poem-lampstand August 6, 2014
I walk through my
childhood neighbourhood.
Just because,
I lean against the lamp post
I held up every morning
in grade seven
as I waited for the bus.
Different weather
but always too
early in the morning.
More rusty,
it hummed
a greeting
remembering
(or maybe
that was me).
poem-the switch
Trying to type
Fingers feel
unattached to hand.
Eyes blur.
Stomach rocks
Head dull.
It’s so hard
to rejoin
the diurnal world
.
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Thursday I have to be in a workshop at 8 a.m. my time. I need to be alert and absorbing information. I’ve been going to bed between 4 and 7 a.m. the last few nights, working through the greatest heat. My plan was to start last Friday, moving back an hour each night, but it didn’t work. It was 4:30 on Sunday and 3:30 on Mon, despite pharmaceutical aid. (I can stay up for hours after sleeping pill. My body relaxes, but my brain just keeps plugging along…) Wish me luck getting to bed at midnight tonight, with all my packing and preparations in order!
Yawn
poem-broken August 5, 2014
We don’t appreciate
comfort
until the air conditioner
condenser breaks when it’s
40 degrees* out
because dog pee
corroded the evaporator coil.
The steaming
house is broken
and dogs get more expensive
every day.
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*(that’s 104 if you speak Fahrenheit).
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(good thing we love them, eh?)
