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Before the Eclipse

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on October 8, 2014| 1 Comment »

My young boy matches
his stride with my stride
left, right, left, right, left—
I didn’t see them
but I bet our shadows
were dancing behind us
to the music of our laughter.

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something changing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 9, 2013| 1 Comment »

shadows inside
shadows inside (shh, tiptoe)
shadows that was
how many thousand
shadows ago

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A Little Shadow Tag

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on May 9, 2013| 1 Comment »

A Little Shadow Tag

How to make peace with your shadow side? Perhaps a game of shadow tag. Two years ago,  I wrote this poem, published today in Journey of the Heart, an exploration of shadow and light. This blog of Women’s Spiritual Poetry continues to make my heart sing–so many fine poems and wonderful poets on the site to explore. 

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two new

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on December 8, 2012| 2 Comments »

night so dark
not even my shadow
walks with me

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fooled you
said my shadow
the shape of the night

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Inquiry

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on October 17, 2012| 2 Comments »

I have been living
closer to darkness
than I thought.
See how my shadow
is longer than the woman
who makes it. It moves
with me at the same pace,
every step.

I have tried to push back
the darkness. I have tried
to hold only light.
As if it were a war.
As if to be in darkness
were bad. And who is it
that is afraid of the dark?
And what would happen
if I let it swallow me whole?

I walk out into the night.
I look up. The light
on the corner gets in the way.
It is a long time
before I see the stars.

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Hand in Hand

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 7, 2012| 6 Comments »

Please, says Vivian,
come into my room with me.

She tugs on my shirt.
It’s my shadow,
she says, it is following me,
and he is mean,
he is every word for mean.

Her eyes blink slow.
Her face holds my face.

Is it a boy? I ask her,
confused by her pronouns,
and she tells me, No,
it’s a girl changing into a boy.

I do not understand
and it doesn’t matter.

I hold her in the small room
where the light is diffuse
and our shadows,
whatever they are,
wait for us outside the door
along with everything
that shines.

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after taking out the trash haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 11, 2012| 4 Comments »

moonless night
still I walk into
my shadow

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Bouquet: Six Spring Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on March 16, 2012| 8 Comments »

March sun so warm
I almost believe those yellow flowers
are real.

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Apricot trees
in first bloom, white and white,
but that is somewhere else.

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I wish I had
no occasion to send tulips
to room 109.

*

Under microscopes
mutant cells blossom
forget me nots

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She hands me
a dandelion—an hour later
gold still in my hand.

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Scent of spring—
even the shadows
grow buds.

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you come too haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 14, 2011| 1 Comment »

full moon
me and the cottonwood tree
one long shadow

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