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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

November dribbles - 30

I don’t know where time goes,
Only it flows
Like rain.
I think I lost your photograph
Left it in a book
I gave away.
Water washes pictures from the page
While ages pass and lemon grass
Grows sepia with age.
Don’t know where time went
But we grew old.

Giving thanks for time to grow older

Monday, November 29, 2010

November dribbles - 29

Step forward;
Futures beckon you
But stir and twitch uncertainly
Till wretched stop; stand still.

Step back
Where memories tangle steps
That wrangle angered thoughts until
The path before is filled.

So step aside,
See different paths,
And ones not taken yet.

Step forward
Set your eyes on God again.

Giving thanks for opportunities yet to come

Sunday, November 28, 2010

November dribbles - 28

Dad made me jump;
I dropped my knife
And splattered gravy
Far and wide;
It splashed my brother
Who tipped his chair
Bumped into mother
Who tripped the cat
Which jumped and scratched
The dog who bit
The table-leg
And made the baby cry;
So that’s what really happened
Honestly!

Giving thanks for childhood innocence

Saturday, November 27, 2010

November dribbles - 27

They’re blaming need on want, forgetting greed;
Blaming war on peace, then closing doors
On hoped-for conversation.

They blame computer games for fights
And music for their sleepless nights
And books for cruel looks
Pictures for lies.

They’re blaming dreams. It’s time to fly
Away. Let celebrations’ thanks be mine.

Giving thanks for festivals and joy

Friday, November 26, 2010

November dribbles - 26

Run rabbit run;
Follow winds to the sun;
Never end ‘til the story’s begun.

Fly turkey fly
Or they’ll eat rabbit pie;
Watch the leftovers pile to the sky.

Flow with the wine
Drinking grapes from the vine
Taking walks round the field when there’s time.

Then run rabbit fly.

Giving thanks for exercise

Thursday, November 25, 2010

November dribbles - 25

The scent of cooking,
Sweet and savory;
Sounds surround
A scrap, a bubble
Gravy.
Clattering pans,
A smattering of something
Splats the floor.
Alone no more
There’s pattering feet
And paws
Where scent of cooking,
Glorious cause,
Imbues the pup with
Glorious applause.
Your chatter draws
A lapping, happy tongue.

Giving thanks for Thanksgiving dinner

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

November dribbles - 24

The truth lies in-between,
A frozen leaf that clings, ice-rimed
Bejeweled, its amber hidden deep inside.

Beneath the silvered sky
Attached to heaven’s bough by frailest
Web, wind-whispered promises don’t lie.

The truth is then and now
And when and how and ever tries
To tell eternal thanks, well-prayed, well-signed.

Giving thanks for faith and truth

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

November dribbles - 23

The turkey paper’s giving me ideas for turkey day
And says
It’s quite okay to not eat meat
Just bring your own dish
Sweet or savory.
The page is full of turkey deals and ads
For turkeys free with this week’s shopping
Still I plan
To give my thanks
Thankgiving-turkey-free.

Giving thanks for Thanksgiving dinner:
Poem inspired by vegetarian son and today’s newspaper insert.

Monday, November 22, 2010

November dribbles - 22

Between the rocks of ages stand
And watch the imprint of his hand
That formed the sundry creatures and
Their wonder on the land.

Between the science and faithful stand
Above their worries, open hand
To each, by both uplifted, planned
His love, their plunder. Hand

In hand together stand.

Giving thanks for argument

Sunday, November 21, 2010

November dribbles - 21

Did I ask before I bought it?
Did I think before I thought it?
Did I wonder? But he caught it
And he asked me why instead.

Didn’t watch the checkbook’s number
Simply wrote it unencumbered
By the knowing, thumbed my nose at plans.
The blame lands on my head.

Giving thanks for financial planning.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

November dribbles - 20

Was it wrong to cry?
Wrong to whisper my goodbye
To you? I don’t know why
But somehow it felt right
And still I cried.

Was it right to make
An end to it, agree and say
Okay and let them let you sleep.
I weep remembering
Keep wondering why.

Giving thanks for the comfort of pets.

Friday, November 19, 2010

November dribbles - 19

There’s holes in the insulation under the door
Where wind blows in.
Its whistle calls and thundering voices echo in the hall
While leaves of fall have clattered
Worn and battered underground.
I shiver but remember more
The children’s tread,
Small voices echoing all through my head
Warm sounds instead.

Giving thanks for home and family

Thursday, November 18, 2010

November dribbles - 18

Not lost; just hiding,
Sliding the words between pages
White space defines me.

Not lost; unheard though
Wondering if she’ll be there
Remembering she’s gone.

Not lost; preparing
Warily checking the beat
While she’s waiting to dance.

Not lost; emboldened
Enfolded in symbol and sound
The muse and the chance.

Giving thanks for the muse and the words

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

November dribbles - 17

Tell me why the wind blows
Winter whispering so coldly
Ancient shadows make me old?
Why are leaves like aging
Bitter rain falling like time that’s
Painting wrinkles on the rhyme?
Why are squirrels hiding
Birds are silent, kittens gliding
Into comfort
While the windblown branches frown.
Why’s it fall?

Giving thanks for seasons

November dribbles - 16

Stacking dishes, plates
Empty the dishwasher. They’re waiting
Still for dinner, sitting watching
The TV.
Stacking football scores on notepads
On their knees. I’m stacking dreams
Under the magnets
On the fridge.
Stacking all those pictures there
From kids; they’ve grown to adults.
Dinners stacked their muscles
Set them free.

Giving thanks for housework

Monday, November 15, 2010

November dribbles - 15

’Tisn’t raining
Ground is almost dry, disdaining
Leaf-mold’s cruel slide.

Strains to peek
From side to side, small kitten wearing
Water in her fur.

It isn’t wet
The kitten ventures out and yet
There’s raindrops in the air.

Kitten despairs
Of ever being warm again
’Til door is opened there.

Thankful for comfort and warmth

Sunday, November 14, 2010

November dribbles - 14

Sometimes the road seems more a sign than choice.
I know which way I’ll go
And dreaming, hope for good.
Star-crossed adventure calls me on. Rejoice
But drawing breath I stand
Beyond this land lie dragons.
Awaken now and listen to the voice
That says “I am.” Reply
I can.

Giving thanks for opportunities

Saturday, November 13, 2010

November dribbles - 13

I spent my day at a Christmas bazaar selling books and bookmarks etc...

Can I give you a flyer
About my books;
There’s no obligation to buy’em.

I do quite agree
The necklaces look
Very nice and beside’em
The hand-creams are scenting
The season.

A little boy reads
And his smile
Is the reason for writing;
It makes all the salesmanship seem
Worthwhile.

Giving thanks for reading

Friday, November 12, 2010

November dribbles - 12

They say you’re independent, free
To find your own way, choose your own
Path. See, they’re watching, waiting while
You fall. My independent rose
Was quelled by weeds that ever-grow
From ever-flowing seeds.

They tell how war and warming’s only
Politics they say while clock ticks
Faster than their needs.

Giving thanks for lessons learned

Thursday, November 11, 2010

November dribbles - 11

No one wants to turn the summer sun to graying fall
To watch the flowers die and all
The memories lie still.
No one wanted to climb that hill, to face the battle all
Encumbered, but they took the call
And fell. So we, we will
Tell all, remember them.

Giving thanks for veterans of war

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

November dribbles - 10

She’s not for you. He ran away to war.
She isn’t yours. He kept her face before
His weeping eyes while colleagues died.

He’s not for you. Don’t care she said.
I’ll marry my American she said.
Then he was dead.

So one true love of two survived, and I.

Giving thanks for my grandparents’ love.

November dribbles - 9

They said don’t run; you’ll breathe the gas too deep.
He ran with mustard seeping dark inside
Too far, too fast, and weeping till he stopped.

They said he’d begun to die that day. Instead
He slowed to watch new wars begin and end
Again, praying forgiveness till he dropped.

Giving thanks for peace

Monday, November 8, 2010

November dribbles - 8

They told him the earth was flat, four-cornered, square.
He walked and wondered where
The end is.

They told him the earth was round, anchored on pillars
Eternally bound, unmoved by
Any trending.

They told him creatures were born fully formed. He
Yawned, his earth still orbiting;
Still friends though.

Giving thanks for faith and science

Sunday, November 7, 2010

November dribbles - 7

They poured, exploded from their rest
From anthill’s quiet domain now pressed
By child’s unwieldy eagerness
To know.

But silence pours its life with tears
As strangers probe her childhood fears
And nothing changes there or here
She knows.

Forgiveness pours a precious balm
And frees a soul from harm.

Giving thanks for healing and hope.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

November dribbles - 6

Looking for her
in the fields
evergreen
in the leaves
going brown
in the gray
olden town
in the way
that you frown
at me.

Looking for you
under memories
of words
That you say.
You’re not her
See you’re looking
for me but she’s
gone
and the memory
fades.

Giving thanks for memory

Friday, November 5, 2010

November dribbles - 5

It's Guy Fawkes night in England--remember the 5th of November...

One day he fought
Strange guy
He failed of course.
One day he tried
To blow up parliament.

Today we all
Recall
Wonder as well
How once he tried
To change the way things went.

Today we burn
Our guy
With blazing spell
And wisdom well
Replays the lesson meant.

Giving thanks for history

Thursday, November 4, 2010

November dribbles - 4

On a chair
In a house
On a lot
Nothing’s there
And the mouse
In the yard’s
Gone away.
Hear the dots
And the dashes
The painter
Is splashing
And slashing
The old paint
Away.
I wonder
Perhaps
Does the paint
Hold the walls
Altogether.
The mouse says
I’ll stay.

Giving thanks for our homes

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

November dribbles - 3

Sometimes the leaf-fall whispers,
Maybe calling windblown promises
From trees.
Sometimes the autumn chatters
Raindrops splatter in the dust of
Fallen leaves.
Sometimes the children scatter
More like needles from the pine than leaves
To please.
But motherhood remembers
Like the trees of Oregon and bends
Her knees
To Thanksgiving.

Giving thanks for absent family and friends.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

November dribbles - 2

D’you remember halting teetering steps
One foot, another, falling
Calling me?
D’you remember sweet and lost at school
Your silent eyes were watching
Stalling me?
D’you remember I still left you there
In time you left me too
Enthralls me now
To see how your grown life is started new.

Giving thanks for children growing up.

Monday, November 1, 2010

November dribbles - 1

She still looks round that corner
Behind me
Still waits though I mourn her.
She’ll find me
Some curious dawn where
I’m crying
And nudge me, forlorn fur
Abiding
In memory. I’ve torn her
From dreams
But she’s mourning me still
And each pup fills my
Longing to see her.

Giving thanks for dogs.