Morning Poem 18 Web viewIt is still hard to seeThe lines of this lifeIn my faceWhere does the pain...

November 15, 2014 · 2:48 pm

Morning Poem 1Early SnowCold edges inUnder the doorThrough the curtainsBut not intoThis heartThat beats a warmLatin rhythmImpossible to replicate.

Copyright Amy Filipczak 2014

November 16, 2014 · 2:49 pm

Morning Poem 2Evening CafeRed wine and cakeFamily and loveSaid and unsaid

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This is an ordinaryNovember eveningOf love so toughIt breaks into stars


November 17, 2014 · 2:51 pm

Morning Poem 3

This is my body todayThe green bamboo bendingAnd curling upwardNo straight lines toA destinationNo need for bright lightOr endless care

It is still hard to seeThe lines of this lifeIn my faceWhere does the pain goAnd the joyAre they only the fortune linesFound in my hand?

I am the body of green todayStrong but bendingAlways upwardBalancing earth and sky


November 18, 2014 · 2:52 pm

Morning Poem 4There is nothingTo be saidWhen the wall isNewly madeAnd the doorIs slammed shut

Only time andSpring’s cherry blossomDancing a shadowOn that wall andA gentle windEasing open that doorWill change things


November 19, 2014 · 2:53 pm

Morning Poem 5How beautiful and holyAre these morningsWith sunglint snowCold creak of branchesHot tea with honeyMy words suspended in breath

It is the breath that connectsAnd separates each momentOf these beginningsAnd rests hands in my lapAnd allows chime to soundA continuing prayer


November 20, 2014 · 2:54 pm

Morning Poem 6Porch gliderMoving in and outOf shadows of grapevine

Sweet tea sippedAs sunflower opensCorn ripensInto dusk whereFireflies danceAnd children run with jars

All memories start hereIn the glide of summerPulling us forwardPulling us back


November 21, 2014 · 2:10 am

Morning Poem 7Back to thisWarm corner of Quilts and SunI have built myself a nestOf poems, stories, God and tea

I am not restless hereEnergy star burstsOff my bodyI am a rainbow of continually changing color

I am rising and dyingEach moment intertwinedThere is room for a whole life in this cornerThere is room for you

Come be with me and we will braidDark into light with our storiesMaking room for the HolyAnd the singing that is to come


November 22, 2014 · 2:54 pm

Morning Poem 8Chopping vegetablesFor chicken soupOn a day of winterAnd snowImagine how soupCan change a heartIf it is carefully preparedWith enough attention givenTo every ingredient

Here made visible is theMirepoix of loveWe season it differentlyDepending on what we have andWhat we are given

Bend closer my loveCan you see all we havePut into the pot?Can you smell the rosemary?

Come taste and rememberAll we have addedTo this life togetherCome taste and rememberThis love.


November 23, 2014 · 2:15 am

Morning Poem 9Light from this starHung in a windowMarking home andAll that has refusedTo be hidden

Clearing away shadowsWorking against doubtTo say to the darknessI see youWith no offering orCeremony to strengthen it

Light marks these daysPrisms of rainbowsSoftening candle glowOrange flames of wood fire

This is journey enoughTo be a keeper of the lightTo keep lighting the flameAfter everyone has gone to bed


November 24, 2014 · 2:17 am

Morning Poem 10

A low roar thisWind off the lakeA cold wind swirling snowTo join it

Is there anything betterOn a winter morningTo be inside with fire andThe “Skaters Waltz” playingAnd your ice skates still waitingWith their Pompoms

Remember ice skatingMaking figure eightsPracticing spinsGliding side by sideWhen the lake was like glass?

Tomorrow we will goTucking childhood into our mittensPutting on our warmest hatsHolding handsSkating with the windPushing us home


November 25, 2014 · 2:20 am

Morning Poem 11I will sing todayA winter song full ofBlue winter iceCreaking on the lakeOf orange sunriseWarming branches on birchOf birds flying low and closeA quiet song

I will sing todayA winter song with theSnap of wood firesWarming hands

Of chestnuts poppingOf the soft sigh and slideOf skates and skiesA quiet song

I will sing todayA winter song in praiseOf cold and endless shades of whiteOf deep quiet andLight that sparklesA long song

I will sing todayA winter song knowingIt’s last verse isSpring


November 26, 2014 · 4:00 pm

Morning Poem 12I believe in angelsWho with white wingsHover just beyond theCorner of my left eye

A flash of whiteMaking no soundI am comforted mostBy what is unseen

I don’t want to know theWhy of this dayI don’t want The AnswerTaking out the mystery

There is brilliant lightFolded into these daysWith bits of glory

Sprinkling my skinLike glitter

I am sitting and quiet todayAnd everydayWith distant hallelujahsMoving this page

Copyright Amy Filipczak 2014November 27, 2014 · 6:57 pm

Morning Poem 13This is my Thanksgiving poemMarching in the paradeOf turkey, gravy and cranberriesOf pumpkin pie and sweet potato casserole thatI keep adding toI am trying to make a dish of joy

And how do you make a dish of joyWhat are the secret ingredientsThat make hearts openFeet start to danceHands reach out to hold another

Here are my secret ingredients:Forgiveness with a hint of vanillaLaughter with a teaspoon of AllspiceSurprise with a pinch of SaffronRepose with a scent of oak fire

This is my Thanksgiving poemThat will never end becauseI can never expressHow much I love you


November 28, 2014 · 3:53 pm

Morning Poem 14Cancer is not alwaysThe first or last thoughtOf my dayIt dwells in commas andStanza breaksWhenever I take a breath

It is presentUnderneath my napkinIn the shiver of coldThat slides in under the doorIn the grey of too manyNovember days

Cancer is a word I can sayIt’s a word I must sayIf I am to stay at attentionTo this life, this day, this moment

This is my body with cancerIt is hard to see whereCancer is making its markI am gentle with my bodyI cover it with soft clothingGive it tea with honey andChampagne when I can

Cancer is a hard word to sayAnd it keeps trying to interruptAll of my conversationsWhen you wonder why IAm impatient or in a hurryLook closelyCancer is the exclamation point


November 29, 2014 · 5:54 pm

Morning Poem 15

Here is beautyA dog curled at my feetIn a patch of morning sunMy husband reclinedBreathing slow sleep breathsMyself covered with a quiltA magazine and a pile of books

Here is beautyThe space between doingAnd not doingWhen the day is makingIt’s slow shimmering ascentTo what is possibleAnd reflecting on the impossible

Here is beautyA flutter of spiritsJust beyond the window paneThe shadows of trees on snowThe creak and groanOf a home resting

Here is beautyThe sound of my heartBreaking openWith this steadyQuietJoy


November 30, 2014 · 10:32 pm

Morning Poem 16It is 9:00 in the morningChristmas lights are twinklingButter is softeningChristmas CDs playing

We are creating magicErasing lines that sayOne way only

With wreaths and garlandsTinsel and ribbonAnd mistletoe

There are never enough kissesIn this worldOr hugs eitherOr enough ornaments to catch the light

Let’s make the paper chain longerOur love connecting usTo so many others

I am lighting a candle for youAnd I have brought you cocoaCreating magic is hard workEspecially when you are doing itFor a lifetime

It’s evening nowLights are even more brilliantThe fire crackles and glowsI am kissing you andPutting some kissesIn pockets for laterWhen we are apart


December 1, 2014 · 4:44 pm

Morning Poem 17Outside it is 8 degreesAnd still squirrelsScamper up and down treesFinch eat at the feederLake stretches icy and whiteInto the sun

Inside it is 69 degreesI drink an espresso asClassical music plays andDog stretches and sighsInto another morning

Then a flash of redLarge wings and aPileated WoodpeckerStartles another morningInto This MorningAnd I am awake


December 2, 2014 · 2:29 pm

Morning Poem 18Downtown Christmas time aReindeer is coming toward meHis eyes meet mineAnd for a moment I amGerda from The Snow QueenAbout to kiss the reindeer who helped meBut distracted by a callI look away and whenMy eyes return he hasWalked away

How many momentsOf magic have I missedNot truly believing the extraordinaryCould be hiding in the ordinary

How many momentsOf magic have I missedTurning away when I didn’t understand

Tonight I will sleepWith my toy reindeer tuckedUnder my armIt is not easyHis antlers poke meBells on his collar jingleWhen I moveBut his eyes met mineAt the store and

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One thing I know for sureMagic is never comfortable


December 3, 2014 · 8:08 pm

Morning Poem 19Soft is the lightThat surrounds usHow quiet are ourBreathsAs we sit in meditationIn this House Of Prayer

We are a circle of energySeparate yet oneUnited by hope and peaceThat surrounds usTo sit and to beAs we sit in meditationIn this House Of Prayer

How gentle is the gazeThat watches usWe are becoming holy

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AgainOur spirits ascendingWith each breathAs we sit in meditationIn this House Of Prayer


December 4, 2014 · 5:31 pm

Morning Poem 20Grandfather clock ticksA photo of Grandpa in hisGarden in IowaQuiet is what I rememberA quiet like sheer curtainsTickling your skinA quiet so deep you could hearEach bird callThe song of cricketsAnd the wind changing direction

How I used to dreamIn that quietClimbing Apple treesWatching shadowsChange and shiftSoftening land into aMysterious magic

Grandpa is calling“Kitty, Kitty” and bringingOut scraps for the wild black catEggs are frying in butterWe sit at the linoleum tableAnd the Grandfather clock ticks

This is whereMy mind restsI take my Grandpa’s handIt’s strong and callousedAnd we walk this land

That seems so happyAnd the Grandfather clock chimes


December 5, 2014 · 5:50 pm

Morning Poem 21I want to paint God todayOn a canvas so largeIt fills the room

It will take hoursTo mix paintTo have colors so richAnd true

I want to paintTo put into viewThis mystery I senseThat rushes throughMy bodyLike a river of light

I want to paint todaySouls of treesAnd the sound ofSpirit riding in on theWind

I want to paintBreathIt’s inhaleIt’s exhaleUntil time is FlowAnd the IDisappears from view


December 6, 2014 · 5:52 pm

Morning Poem 22This poem keepsTrying to rhymeIt declares Ta-DaEvery line or twoCalling attentionTo its cleverness

This poem keepsTaking life and placing itIn alphabetical orderDisguising untidy bitsWith metaphor

This poem doesn’tWant you to seeThe smeared letterThe tear has leftOr the rip in the paperFrom repeated mistakes

This poem wantsTo be perfectIt can’tBut hopes you willRead it anyway


December 7, 2014 · 7:33 pm

Morning Poem 23I have decidedTo refill my salt shakerWith joy

And my pepper shakerWith loveIt is what we addTo what we are givenThat matters

We need toDevelop our taste budsTo discern when theseFlavors are missingAnd to make sureThey are always onThe tableTo be passed around

Come sit atMy tableI have set itWith my best dishesAnd lit a candleIn honor of you

Here is joyHere is lovePass it around


December 8, 2014 · 3:21 pm

Morning Poem 24I sometimes wonderIf Earth will remember meIf paths I have walkedSo oftenWill remember the imprintOf my footIf trees will soundTheir leaves in windWith memoryIf sun willCast a shadow of meAfter I am gone

Will EarthRemember meAs you walkThose pathsI have walkedWill there be a white butterflyFlyingJust a little aheadWill you feelA sudden surgeOf joyA knowing thatI am with you

Will the EarthRemember meHow I loved toWalk with bare feetThrough shadows and sunHow its beauty madeMe believeI could walk forever


December 9, 2014 · 2:06 pm

Morning Poem 25Gifts are under the treeWrapped in last year’s paperAnd bagsWith tags still attachedFor people I am stillAttached to

I have tied them withNew bows and usedFresh tissue paper on top

Recycled love underThe tree smells likeSandalwoodAnd lingers on the tongueLike peppermint

It is the tree that’s newStill green and gracefulIt holds the lights and tinselOf our pastIn this tradition ofTurning darkness into light

We wait in its presenceIn anticipation of loveWe want to openAgain and againNot quite believingThe gift is for us

This love will doI thinkPressing out wrinklesIn the paperPutting a bow in myHairAnd watching the treeGlowFor one more night


December 10, 2014 · 10:44 pm

Morning Poem 26Here is a sumptuousPiece of purple velvetHand dyed and trimmedWith gold fringeTo wrap around your shoulders

You are queen and heroWhen you put it onWaiting for your tiaraOr your secret power to arrive

Your father saidYou should have beenA southern belle

Sitting on the porchWith gentlemen callersDaintily sippingSweet teaIn a beautifulHandmade gown

You said you could wearA ball gown everydayAnd why not haveBeauty everydayMade especially for youEven if it’s only one dressWith dreams stitched in its seams

Ball gowns are not practicalIn the black and whiteDays of winterWhen there is soMuch work to be done

But what aboutThe work of BeautyNecessary for the soulWhat about theSensual self thatCraves the liquid flowOf silkOr the depths ofPure color

Something is wrongWhen imagination arrivesWearing polyester


December 11, 2014 · 4:22 pm

Morning Poem 27Deep kindness arrivesWhen least expectedIt opens the door with

A whisperHolds out its armsAnd saysI have been waiting for you

Later you cannotRemember words thatWere saidYou remember moreTheir cadenceHow they held yourHeart and carried itBack into rhythm

You remember eyesFilled with lightAnd a smile so gentleYou cried

It is hard toOpen to this loveThat leads youSo softlyBack into this worldAnd saysYou are not finished


December 12, 2014 · 4:06 pm

Morning Poem 28I am going awayTo a distant landI am bringing very littleJust my hat with the feathersAnd a good bookIn case I have to wait

I don’t know what theWeather will be likeStormy and windyOr sunny and warmBut I know I willFind shelter there

I am going awayTo a distant landIt’s directions haveAlways beenImprinted on my heart

There I will restA whileUntil music stirs meAnd you takeMy hand

I am going awayTo a distant landYou will find meI’ve saved your placeYou are safeIn the shadowOf my heart


December 13, 2014 · 8:46 pm

Morning Poem 29A dream of fogIce drips andCrow wings inDark motionA dreary twilightAnd a bassPlays its lowSlow song

There is dragon hereI see him in glimpsesGold and red with fireI can feelInside my chestMy breath isSo heavy andI am so tired

Then you appearA fairy

Who can’t flyYou rest onMy chest so lightlyTalk to dragonFor hoursUntil he starts toLaughAnd fire becomesFlame andFlame becomesGlow andGlow becomes my breathRising and falling

This dragonHas chosen meHe will returnBut he’s justA part of the storyThat includes aFairy without wings


December 15, 2014 · 3:30 pm

Morning Poem 30I want to knowWho has stolen your voiceWho has taken theEnergy from your strideWho has made your eyesTear up again and again

You don’t want to tell meOf your pain butI want to knowYour pain sits next to mine

We are walkingThis life togetherI want to hold your handI want to share my food

And drink with youI want to take thisDifficult path with you

This pain connects usAnd we are not diminishedJoy and laughter areAlso hereJust beyond theNext curve

I want to know your painI will hold it gentlyUntil you canLet it go


December 16, 2014 · 5:49 pm

Morning Poem 31Let’s start againFrom the beginningWith notes so pureAnd clean thereWill be no repeat

Let’s start with familyLet’s laugh atEach other’s jokesPlay oftenAnd all show upIn time for dinner

Let’s start with friendsLet’s remember birthdaysSit together at lunchAnd go any distanceDuring hard times

Let’s start with EarthLet’s walk and seeBeauty so fragile

And strong andProtect each sunriseWherever we are

Let’s start with ourselvesLet’s smile into the mirrorAnd forgive ourselvesIn advanceFor all misstepsKnowing we are brave enoughTo alwaysStart again


December 17, 2014 · 4:03 pm

Morning Poem 32Music is playingIt’s only 8:00 a.m. butWhat a better way toStart the dayDancing in our pajamas

Let’s dance a slow danceHolding each other closeDancing the old fashioned wayLetting steps sayI love you

We don’t have to knowAll the steps to performLove will leadAnd we will glideAnd spin with ease

Music is playingIt’s now 9:00 a.m.Coffee is brewingIn its red potAnd we are dancingIn our pajamas


December 18, 2014 · 5:32 pm

Morning Poem 33Just a few snowflakesTo remind us it’s winterWe don’t mindIt’s almost ChristmasAnd we are always dreamingOf a white Christmas

Choirs are singingIn four part harmonyWe sing tooIn voices that soundLike childhoodConductor waves a batonWe become one noteThat we hold as we holdEach other

It is almost ChristmasWhen all of us for a momentAre childrenWe wash our faces in tree lightsAnd dress in the warm coatsOf memory

This is ChristmasSitting by the fireA well worn hymnPlaying us back and forth in timeUntil Christmas is pastPresent and future andWe are simplyLove


December 19, 2014 · 3:20 pm

Morning Poem 34

I always wanted to danceTo sculpt space withA graceful arc of my armOr the sway of my hipTo be able to moveThrough spaceWith such graceTo use a languageWithout words

To be able to honor the bodyEven the foot with itsArch and tiny bonesThe fingers thatCurve and flutterThe arms thatPull through air like wings

I could dance the treesShaking in a stormOr the sinuous slideOf a snakeI could dance the warriorMy feet slapping the floorLike a drumOr I could be the angelRising then fallingBack to earth

I always wanted to danceTo feel body and spiritWere oneTo be filled with graceAnd less afraid of falling


December 20, 2014 · 5:17 pm

Morning Poem 35

Dusting with a soft clothAnd a little waterI start with theEnd tableSturdy and practicalIt was grandpa’sIt has water stainsFrom plants I wateredToo well andNicks from movingFrom farm to cityAnd back again

Next is the pianoMy father-in-law boughtAnd refinishedTaking time to restore beautyAnd musicI dust the keysNow out of tuneAnd straighten musicI keep meaning to play

And here are our tablesOf curly mapleWe bought for each otherTo put our books onAnd glasses of red wineAnd pens with purple inkThere is always a newScratch on them

Then there is the chairI bought before IKnew youThe arms are wornBut the cushion is softAnd I sit down toWonder if furnitureHas a soulIf when I dust itI hear a sigh of reliefFrom the woodThat once was a treeStanding in a forest


December 21, 2014 · 5:42 pm

Morning Poem 36I love to stitchWith thick threadsOf changing colorPulling threadIn and out ofWool or painted cotton

Stitches are simpleIt’s texture I wantRaised areas of colorI go over and over againAdding beads toCatch lightNot always sureWhat will be created

It is not necessaryTo hand stitch piecesOf clothThis is slowUnfinished workIt is the processThat’s necessaryThe soft pull of fabricColor that buildsInto formThe rhythm of threadsThat hold together theUnexpected

It is the surpriseOf cotton with silkOf glass bead againstBurlapPaint against threadComing togetherTo form something new

This is HopeIncompleteWith unfinished edgesRough against the smoothWith bits of glassScatteredTo catch the light


December 22, 2014 · 2:14 pm

Morning Poem 37I don’t knowWhat to wearNothing seems rightNot the jeans that sayRuggedNot the sweaters that saySexyI just wantTo dress in colorTo have every part of meA mood ringChanging colorWith my emotions

Wearing colorWe could move so freelyNothing rough or softAgainst our skinNo seams or buttonsNo stains to remove

The color would be opaqueWatercolor would offendWe could go outInto this grey dayMaking rainbowsWherever we went


December 23, 2014 · 4:10 pm

Morning Poem 38Remember thisThe glint of ice on everyTree branchThe feel of dog furSnuggled underYour chinThe taste of red raspberriesAnd chocolateThe smell of lavenderUnder your pillow

Remember thisThe first storyYou heard as a childThe first time you laughedThe first time you coloredOutside the linesThe first time you wishedAnd it came true

Remember thisYou are lovedAlways and alwaysYou are never aloneYour spirit is strongAnd your voiceWill be heardForever and ever

Remember thisYou will be remembered


December 24, 2014 · 6:18 pm

Morning Poem 39What happens to airWhen we singAre there spaces

Being openedThat erase linesOf past and present

Are our voicesSinging togetherJoining us togetherReminding us ofThe spirit we share

And is the breathWe sing withThe Holy SpiritBreathing through usTurning our voicesInto something holy

I wonderIf we sing our bestIf our songsOpen doors to heavenAnd if they stay openAnd this momentBecomes eternity


December 26, 2014 · 4:29 pm

Morning Poem 40I tried to putChristmas in a snow globeI wanted everythingAnd everybody to bePerfectAnd to stay absolutelyStillAs though they wereA piece of artI could admireAgain and again

I want to slow downTimeTo feel love at its

BestI don’t want to be tiredAnd irritable and sayWhat about meBut I do

You keep going awayAnd I’m just hereIn my own snow globeIt’s so pretty when youShake itFull of glitter

I want to quit sayingThis is my lastAnd start sayingThis is my first

So here are my newCoat and bootsI am going out intoThe world andLeaving tracksIn this new DecemberSnow


December 27, 2014 · 5:26 pm

Morning Poem 41Here is sunAfter so longAnd here areBlue shadows ofLate morningOn the white snow

We are off toMake snow angelsTo celebrate sunTo be a part ofThis winter worldTo make our own

Blue shadowsOn the snow

And when we comeBack we will hangOur shadows upWhere we can find themSo when the nextGrey day comesWe can takeOur shadows downWith their snow angel wingsAnd not feelSo alone


December 28, 2014 · 4:48 pm

Morning Poem 42Let’s go exploringInside the houseLet’s crawlUnder the table andLook at a map toDecide the dangerousPath we must takeWe will pack provisionsOf popcorn and applesAnd a bottle of root beerTo share

It’s a long journey andWe must be preparedDo you have your fedoraAnd your capeIt’s a rugged terrainWith miles of shagTo cross and couchesTo climb and slide over andHere is the bedTo jump on to get to theHighest cliffs

It’s a long journeyFrom childhood to nowBut here’s a hat andA blanket for your capeI’ll meet youUnder the tableWith a glass of red wineWe will look at the mapAnd take the scenic route


December 29, 2014 · 10:16 pm

Morning Poem 43So much distanceCan be coveredWith a hug fromA friendSuddenly the airIs warm and softThe cup of tea she hands youAmbrosiaThe couch you sit onAs soft as downAnd the blanket she laysOn your knees will keepYou warm forever

I could stay foreverWith my friendOn this couchIn this sun filled roomOn this cold winter dayIn DecemberWe will talk of sorrowAnd of what makes us laughWe will worry out loudThen plan an adventure

We have met later in lifeMy friend and IBut I swear we climbedTrees and played jacksIn another lifetime

We are sitting togetherOn this particular MondayIn DecemberWe are making a toastWith our tears to next yearBut I knowWe will be togetherForever


December 29, 2014 · 10:16 pm

Morning Poem 43So much distanceCan be coveredWith a hug fromA friendSuddenly the airIs warm and softThe cup of tea she hands youAmbrosiaThe couch you sit onAs soft as downAnd the blanket she laysOn your knees will keepYou warm forever

I could stay foreverWith my friendOn this couchIn this sun filled roomOn this cold winter dayIn DecemberWe will talk of sorrowAnd of what makes us laughWe will worry out loudThen plan an adventure

We have met later in lifeMy friend and IBut I swear we climbedTrees and played jacksIn another lifetime

We are sitting togetherOn this particular MondayIn DecemberWe are making a toastWith our tears to next yearBut I knowWe will be togetherForever


December 31, 2014 · 8:07 pm

Morning Poem 45Here comes the New YearAnd we are trying toMake new all ofThe old and torn

We are removing theDust of last yearPutting out theOld best chinaWith mismatched crystalFor elegant toasts

We have started a fireWith last years woodWe are sitting on our couchAs old as our marriageListening to last years music

It will be a new yearWe will make doWith the old and tornWith what we have cherishedKnowing the past is always a partOf these fragile beginnings


January 2, 2015 · 3:40 pm

Morning Poem 46In honor of my dogWho greets my comingsAnd goings with barksAnd jumpsReminding meI am significantAnd he is gatekeeper

In honor of my dogWho rolls on his backAnd bares his white bellyFor me to scratchWho takes his largeSamoyed pawsAnd plays with hisChew like a cat

In honor of my dogWho likes the coldestWeatherWho will walk intoThe wind ratherThan away from itWho howls andTalks to me untilI really listen

In honor of my dogWho knows when IAm sad and takesHis large body andCurls up beside meBreathes his heavyBreaths andLicks me into awarenessOf his significanceUntil we arise to playAnother day

January 3, 2015 · 4:54 pm

Morning Poem 47Coffee is not ready yetAnd I am not ready yetTo start the unwrappingOf this dayIt is wrapped in the prettiest paperMidnight blue withConstellations of sparklingStars that turn into theOrange and pinkOf a winter sunrise

I don’t want to tear the paperOr untie the ribbon that seemsTo be moving with lightI don’t know if I can beCareful enough or if I willDrop it out of fearAnd it will break

This day is waiting for meI unwrap it slowlyLetting it’s colorsRest in a single crystalI hang from my windowI put on my dancing shoesSo I can move gracefullyThrough the lightKnowing this day

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And everyday isMy birthday

January 5, 2015 · 5:01 pm

Morning Poem 48Thanks for your patienceHe says with a grinAnd I laughOne thing I am not isPatient

I am not patient with theRepetition of thingsHow the car alwaysNeeds gasHow dishes alwaysNeed to be washedHow the bed alwaysNeeds to be made

I want the start and finishOf the day to surprise meIn joyous ways I imagine overAnd over again

Sometimes I can be patientI am patient with timeI can sit and waitResting in an endlessMomentBecause in that pauseAnything can happen

I am learning to bePatient with myselfTo gently hold allOf my imperfectionsAnd to tell myselfA new story of

How they all becameMy strengths

Today in the ritualOf writing a poemRepetition becomesBeauty and I become theOne thing I am notPatient


January 5, 2015 · 7:16 pm

Morning Poem 49I suppose PoetsCould be consideredDangerousThey note your expressionA half mile awayAnd have already preparedA necessary dose of emotionThey listen to words thatAre said and knowWhen they don’t rhymeWith the truth of your heart

Poets noticeThe frayed cuff of yourShirtAnd how your socksDon’t matchAnd how you keep repeatingThe word “afraid”And try to give youNew words to sayInstead

Poets notice the particularTaste of snow in DecemberThe feel of June dew onBare feet andHow you can lean against theBark of an oakAnd be comforted

Poets are breathGiving each beingEach momentEach feelingIt’s space and lineComing back alwaysTo their connectionTo the whole that isThe Poem


January 6, 2015 · 5:42 pm

Morning Poem 50Watching the flameIn the fireHow it flickersThen flamesHow it sometimesNeeds more airAnd then lessSo it doesn’t burnToo quicklyAnd I think howHearts are like thisSome burn on so littleA slow even burnThat takes little careSome burn hot atFirst and then quicklyDie down to a mereFlicker of flameAnd some need frequentCare but then burn aSteady warm flame

And how do we careFor the hearts of others

We find just the rightKindling to spark the flameWe gather what is neededTo feed those heartsOver and over again

And we pay attentionBlow on the embersTo restore them to flame

Watching the flameOf my own heartI add to it with careKnowing it can alwaysBe restoredBy another heart


January 7, 2015 · 5:02 pm

Morning Poem 51How does where we liveDefine usI wonder this whenWindchill is 40 belowAnd layers of clothingAre not enough and theCar won’t start andI am listening to howWater is runningIn case pipes freeze

Are we more complexBecause of all those layersMore sensitiveBecause of necessary vigilanceOr more patientBecause of the work it takesTo get through a January dayIn Minnesota

I think all of the aboveBut I would not mindA warmer definition


January 8, 2015 · 11:45 pm

Morning Poem 52Nighttime and shadowsMake me afraidAll unknowns seem to lurkIn cornersTaking up more and moreSpaceUntil I am an abbreviationOf myself

I am not readyTo end another dayI am full of memoryAnd emotion and the futureIs so fragile

But a lamp litIn a neighbors windowCan make me believeI am not aloneThat there willAlways be someoneStaying up lateWaiting for meTo come home


January 10, 2015 · 5:20 pm

Morning Poem 53You tried to buy meFlowersTo give me SpringIn the middle ofWinterBut it’s too coldTo take them on theJourneyAnd there is stillBeauty in winterSunshine on new snowThe comfort of being inside

After being outsideIn the cold

Flowers wereA symbol of your loveAnd I chose the prettiest onesTo carry in my mind

We are given so muchEveryday in the simplestOf gesturesA door openedA cup of coffee with creamA hugThat mean more than whatThey appear to be

They are big ideas ofLove, Hope, Truth andBeauty unpluggedGiven to us in theirPurest formAnd we can carry themWith usFor they neverPerish


January 11, 2015 · 11:32 pm

Morning Poem 54When I met youYou were familiarAs if you had been in someFar away place and had returnedHome to me

Had we met years beforeIn half remembered dreams ofFlying with childhood wingsIn moonlight

It was easyTo take your hand

To cross my heartAnd to promise foreverWhen I was so sureI had been waiting for youAll along

And when death comesWill there be those childhood wingsTo carry me the finalDifficult distanceFrom this dream into anotherAnd will you have been waiting for meAll along


January 12, 2015 · 5:24 pm

Morning Poem 55I decided to get up lateWhen sun had been upFor awhileAnd birds had alreadyBeen to the feederAnd one fat squirrelWith his reddish brown tummyAlone sat on snowEating seed

The day calls for sunny weatherNow what to do withThis day that is soWide open

Let’s have a snow picnicLet’s wear our holidayClothes and pack ourCooler with care

We will sit on iceIn the middle of lakeWe will spear cheeseAnd fruit withIce sicklesAnd eat cakes with delicate

IcingAnd we will drink blueSlushiesTo keep warm

We will talk and eat andLaugh until sun gets lowAnd the one fat squirrelWith his reddish brown tummyLeads us home


January 13, 2015 · 3:51 pm

Morning Poem 56It’s a serious dayWhen even the dogHas wrinkles in hisBrowIt’s a day with no sweetenerAnd the last bite of rollIs goneIt’s a dayWhen a tire is flatAnd you’re late to workAnd to the partyYou forgot to buyA present for

It’s a serious dayWhen your favorite shirtIs dirtyAnd you finished the bookYou never wanted to endAnd you can’t get the fire goingBecause the wood just isn’tDry enough

It’s a serious dayI said soSo you might as wellTake a nap


January 14, 2015 · 7:32 pm

Morning Poem 57Morning comesMy body is notAt easeI say “Come with me”And we move to theNext moments ofTangerine on the tongueThe soft feel of dog furUnder the hand andStaccato sounds of violinOn the radio

To live moment by momentNot looking aheadTo what may beNot looking backIn nostalgia or regretIs what I strive forSo tenderly

My body is not at easeBut it still likes toWalk and kiss and loveIt whispers “be gentle with me”And I do my bestGiving it pieces of hopeThat are small but strong enoughTo carry us forward

I move with this bodyAnd this spiritFrom moment to momentFollowing light andWatching hopeSkip across the dayLike a wishing stone


January 15, 2015 · 3:05 pm

Morning Poem 58Remember Martha and MaryIn the BibleJesus comes to visitMartha cleans and cooksMary sits and listensAs Jesus speaksMartha is angry at MaryWhy isn’t she helpingBut Mary is too full of wonderTo notice

We need to be MarthaIn this lifeWe need to clean and cookAnd organizeWe get tiredWe get angryMissing entirely theLove and graceSitting on the chairWatching us with so muchCompassion

It is important to sit downTo be MaryTo leave some things unfinishedWe are being told a storyThat was started beforeWe were bornAnd we are in that storyMoving toward graceWith every word


January 16, 2015 · 3:38 pm

Morning Poem 59I am here to remind youMy hand fits into yoursMy feet walk paths like yoursMy eyes have seen beauty and pain

Like yoursAnd the line you have drawnTo separate usHas blown away

You are protecting yourselfFrom pain but turn it aroundIt is joyWe can find new words and musicAppropriate to the occasionAnd sing togetherIn the space we find ourselves

There is so much healingTo be doneNot just of the bodyBut of the spiritI am handing you toolsSo we can heal each otherEven in this sterile space

I am here to remind youThere is no distance between usI am turning back the edgeOf the bandaidSo it doesn’t hurtWhen you take it off


January 17, 2015 · 4:46 pm

Morning Poem 60Here is a lightTo guide your feetSo you don’t tripOn the ifs ands orMaybesIt can get darkThis time of yearWhen youth hasLeft with only a few photosTo remind you

It takes longerTo restWhen you feel thePassing of timeSifting through your bodyLike an hourglass

To rise to anotherDay takes courageAnd beliefThat this day can beHoly and necessary

Here is a lightI have put one in every roomSo you can find your wayBack to me


January 18, 2015 · 4:54 pm

Morning Poem 61Snow falls whiteIn small whispersIt rests on green boughsCovers footstepsAnd softens edgesOf what we have built

Snow falls whiteA transitory beautyThat cannot lastBut will returnTo remind usOf how we can beTransformed


January 19, 2015 · 4:35 pm

Morning Poem 62

I am trying to colorInside the lines todayI am trying to colorA house in WisconsinWith soft snow fallingAll aroundI am trying to colorThe sound of piano and voicesSinging childhood hymnsI am trying to color theSoft ease of readingWith my friends in evening quietI am trying to colorThe celebration of gelatoAnd bubbles of champagneI am trying to colorInside the lines so I can defineWhat makes love endureKnowing I may never findThe right crayon


January 20, 2015 · 9:31 pm

Morning Poem 63When darkness comesNestled under a wordOr thought it is difficultTo show what it isIn the light

It shows up at teaOr when you are discussing theLatest book or when youLaugh at a joke

It pretends to be The TruthSomething everyone believesAnd you should tooSo you can belong

We all want to belongAlways at the expense ofLeaving someone out

Whom we have decidedIs evil and a strangerIn this land settledBy strangers

This is darknessWhen we casually throw theFirst stoneAgain and againNever understanding the cry of painIs our own


January 21, 2015 · 4:29 pm

Morning Poem 64This is the dayWhen you riseAlready singing a songSo beautifulShivers run up your spineYour feet dance with joyAs you twirl with graceYou could never have imaginedAir is fragrant with blossomsSky is layered with blue after blueThere are streams and waterfallsAnd deep cool lakes toDive and splash in

Heart is light asYou dance through a worldYou knew once and had forgottenTrees of every greenShimmer with light andSing in the breezeThere are butterfly’s and birdsAnimals of every kindYou are not separateBut a part of this beautyMade whole

Joy sings through youAnd every being and

You realizeYou have arrivedYou are home


January 22, 2015 · 7:15 pm

Morning Poem 65It is not a little thingTo be given a kissAt the end of the dayWhen all has not been wellOr to be given words ofEncouragement after so muchHas already been saidOr to be given a piece ofChocolate pie when the dayIs dark and you have been sadIt is not a little thing

It is not a little thingTo be given tea with honeyWhen you give yourself no sweetenerOr to be given a bouquet of flowersOn a Thursday just becauseOr to be driven to a friends houseSo you don’t have to find the keysIt is not a little thing

It is all these little thingsThat pull the covers off meEvery morningThat make me want to dressMy colorful bestThat cause me to throw the dog toyAgain and againAnd to believe theForever I see writtenIn your hand


January 23, 2015 · 5:17 pm

Morning Poem 66Listen to quietThe turn of a pageScratch of ink on paperBreath in and outHere is the sound ofFlower bloomingCreak of a rocking chairHiss of water about to boilSound of breathIn and outPut on your slippersAnd your softest sweaterIt is time to be quietShhhhh


January 25, 2015 · 4:23 pm

Morning Poem 67I awake running and hidingPlaying hide and seek with cancerMy hiding places change oftenI hide with friendsIn laughter, travel and reminiscingI hide with booksReading and imaginingAnother placeI hide with familyHolding hands, cooking andTelling new stories

Cancer is a part of me I amGetting to know wellAnd really I am not hidingI am just taking spaces left to meAnd filling them with goodnessAnd with as much light as I can

Cancer is still counting and I am stillMoving through thisBeautiful life


January 26, 2015 · 6:22 pm

Morning Poem 68My body is unfurlingSending out tendrils ofTiny new leaves andBlooming bright fuchsiaPetals

Spring is closeShe is dancing in lightAnd for a moment I feelHer warm cheek againstMine

I am stripping awayLayers of winterPutting away what is heavyAnd dark and bringing outWhat is light

Spring is closeEven at nightShe is dancing in lightWhispering dreamsOf my rebirth


January 27, 2015 · 4:20 pm

Morning Poem 69Flute is playing BachMusic so sad but so pureWe find ourselves in anUnknown place

Where great sadnessBrings a quiet joy

Music so pureBrings us to a higher spaceTaking out all the wrong notesThat muddy the musicOf our day

We are washed cleanBy a baptism of soundWe feel wholeOur body mind and spiritAgain in perfect harmony


January 28, 2015 · 5:11 pm

Morning Poem 70Today I am saying prayersFor all I love and don’t loveI am opening my eyesTo what is not quiet insideUntil I find the right wordsAnd feeling for each one

I am saying prayers todayBecause my actions have notMade someone well, or less angryI have not stopped the flow ofSadness into someone’s life

I am opening my hands andRaising my head so I can giveWhen I see clearly what is neededIt is unacceptable to do nothing

I am hoping my prayers will be heardWhen you cannot hear my voiceThat my heartbeat will match your ownSo we can heal together

I am folding my bodyInto a heartThat is capable of loveAt any distance and whoseFirst language isForgiveness


January 29, 2015 · 5:21 pm

Morning Poem 71Let’s sit down todayLet’s stay in our pajamasLook through old photographsAnd say “do you remember when…”

Let’s eat ice cream and popcornDrink Strawberry pop andWear candy necklacesAround our necks

Let’s watch Casey Jones andCaptain KangarooFight over who is Batman andWho is Robin and who gets theBetter cape

Let’s sit down and listenTo a bedtime story ofThe Little Engine That CouldAnd get tucked in with a kissAnd a hug and say prayers

Let’s wake up tomorrowAll grown upBut still wearing our capes


January 30, 2015 · 5:28 pm

Morning Poem 72

I heard voices in the living roomIt was wind blowing throughOak and pineStreaming off the blue iceOf the lakeAnd I rememberedSleeping next to a waterfallAnd how water becameA melody of voicesTrying to tell me somethingLike my fortune or thatThey were the voices ofLong lost loved onesSaying what needed to be said

Or maybe the waterfall was havingA conversation I wasn’t supposed to hearLike when you are a child andHear voices behind a closed door

There are voices we hearAnd don’t understandHidden even in the sound of a fanWhen we fall asleepProviding a soundscapeFor our dreamsWaiting for us to wake upAnd rememberAll we have forgotten

Copyright Amy Filipczak

February 1, 2015 · 5:51 pm

Morning Poem 73I have been givenA new heartMade of rose petalsAnd daisiesAnd bits of sugarSo it can remain sweetEven in the darkness

I have been givenAir to breathe

Made of prayersAnd incenseAnd wind off the lakeSo I never struggle to sayWhat needs to be said

I have been givenNew eyesMade of starlightAnd love’s reflectionAnd tears given freelySo I can see clearlyWith deep compassion

I have been givenThis daySo I can rememberTo keep it and every dayHoly


February 2, 2015 · 5:25 pm

Morning Poem 74I will knit my day togetherI was never good atFollowing patternsI’ve learned to takeIrregular pieces and put themTogether to make aMulticolored whole

I have beautiful strandsTo knit togetherA soft white delicate yarnI took from November’sFirst snowA red, orange and brown yarnFrom the wood fireOne with confetti attachedTaken from my daughtersLaughterAnd here is the strongest andSoftest yarn

Made of my husbands loveThat will hold the pieceTogether

I am creating this dayWith knitting needles and yarnKnowing with each stitchA rough irregular beauty isBeing formedSo strongIt will never unravel


February 3, 2015 · 3:05 pm

Morning Poem 75When is it enoughTo say no more wordsNeed to be spokenWhen the band aidsJust aren’t big enoughWhen no matter how manySafety nets you createThere is always a holeWhen you give a giftYou should never have givenWhen you try once againNot to wear your heartOn your sleeve but you doAnd it gets broken

You are enoughComplete in your silenceWhen you listenWith your whole attentionGiving the gift of timeThat has been given to youFor freeWhen the safety net isPut away and yourHeart on your sleeveBrushes up againstAnother heart and anotherBreaking and healing

One after the otherIn a chain of hearts

Then it isEnough


February 4, 2015 · 7:09 pm

Morning Poem 76Watching shadows todayThe blue sway of branches onNew snowThe shadow of a FinchSwinging on the bird feederThe scrambling shadowOf a squirrel on theOakAnd my shadow resting besideYou in the sun

Shadows show usOur connectionWith things and with one anotherTree with snowSquirrel with treeFinch with bird feederAnd me with you

We are a paintingThe perfect unityOf shadows and lightOn this day after theFull moonWhen even darknessWas full of light


February 5, 2015 · 5:27 pm

Morning Poem 77There is a bearIn the hollow of my handI saw him thereAs I was opening these pagesAfter a night of fear

There is a bearIn my handReminding me of courageAs his fur bristlesAnd he opens his mouthIn a roar

There is a bearReminding me of courageThat is a part of meEvery dayAnd when I cup my handUnder my cheek to sleepBear’s courage follows meInto my dreams

There is a bearIn the hollow of my handTake my hand and we will learnTo be courageousTogether

February 6, 2015 · 6:16 pm

Morning Poem 78I am waltzing through this dayWearing a green swinging dressWith a white fur stole and white furAt the hemI am wearing white Sorel boots and IAm dancing out the door onto the prairieWith my white Samoyed dog

The music is beautifulFull of wind, bird call andMy dog’s barks

As I step on his pawsThe sun is shiningAnd in these wide open spacesWe could dance forever

My dance card is not fullIt’s just my dog and IHe is a jealous dogOf my attention and the dog treatsI hold in my hand

I am waltzing through this dayYou come tooI’ll count out the stepsONE two threeONE two threeA February Snow WaltzWe will dance until we know howTo move through this dayWith grace


February 7, 2015 · 7:18 pm

Morning Poem 79Everything is a metaphorFor something elseWhich brings me comfortFor you can never feel aloneWhen there are alwaysNew connections to be made

They should have metaphor booksLike dot to dotWhere you can change your perceptionWith a swipe of a pen

Today my star lightIs Hope that will stay litDay and nightThe rocking chairMy grandparents presenceAnd the leavesThat still cling to the oak

Determination to seeAnother season


February 8, 2015 · 4:56 pm

Morning Poem 80Is it too much to askTo make this day a poemTo have internal rhythmSome beautiful imagesTo hold on toAnd maybe a rhyme or two

Is it too much to ask toHave this day be a coherent wholeIdeas compressed into goldSo nothing is wastedStanzas placed so you canTake a breath

I am writing poemsTo bring into focusWhat was lost in the backgroundTo surprise you with beautyInside of youThat you thought was lost

I want to make this dayA poemTo transform itWith a single word or imageThat will make you remember itForever


February 9, 2015 · 6:31 pm

Morning Poem 81Wishes I have wastedBecause of disbelief

There are starsTo make wishes onAnd all of thoseSmooth flat stones to skipInto lakes or better an ocean

There are 4 leaf cloversI have never been able to findDandelions gone to seedBirthday candlesI never blew outAnd I never found a GenieHiding in my lamp

But I am ready to believeWishes can come trueI am filling pockets withPennies and stonesKeeping my eyes open forFalling starsBlowing out candles andRubbing lamps andGrowing dandelionsOn my lawnMake a wish


February 10, 2015 · 4:45 pm

Morning Poem 82Inside of meThere is a nestWhere I can restWhen I am weary

It’s made out ofDreams soft lightScent of JasmineAnd sounds of cello andHarp playing a lullaby

I am warm withKind words covering meLike a blanket

And loved onesPressing their cheeksAgainst mine

I am happyDressed in a garmentOf lightResting in my nest ofPussy willow and moss

Here I stayWhen I am wearyA wayside restFor my heartOn its way toEternity


February 11, 2015 · 6:12 pm

Morning Poem 83Yellow daffodilsIn a clear glass jarTheir petals cuppingLate morning lightAnd I think of May SartonHow she loved flowersArranged them so carefullyIn beautiful vases andWatched how lightMoved across each one

I read her journals oftenIn winterShe taught me the valueOf solitudeHow quiet can keep you companyHow light has a presence all its ownAnd how by clarifying in writingAnd in lifeWe become spareArticulateBeauty


February 12, 2015 · 4:25 pm

Morning Poem 84Pain has a landscape all its ownIt is stiff and sharpFull of shadow and dissonant notes

I have pulled in morning’sSoft blue grey lightThe soft white of fading liliesAnd soft sounds of violinPlaying an Air

My eyes are softAs mistMy breath softIn my chestMy lips are softAs they whisperTo painSoftenSoftenSoftenAnd it doesEbbing and flowingWith my breathWanting to be remembered


February 15, 2015 · 4:02 pm

Morning Poem 85God is presentHe is in the next roomDoing dishes or something elseThat is necessaryI want to hold him close

But he cannot be heldHe is air itself

I say prayers andMake sure I am quietSo I can hear what he saysI wait like a child waitsSilent on the staircaseSeeing a glow of lightIn another roomHearing the murmur of voices

God is presentBut I still feel lonelyHe is ineffableAnd I am left without wordsTo call his name


February 16, 2015 · 8:44 pm

Morning Poem 86Prayers are being saidOn kneesIn pillowsIn churchesIn cupped handsThey float in airEach one a lightCarried by firefliesLonging glowing inDarknessWaiting to be answered


February 18, 2015 · 4:25 pm

Morning Poem 87Here I amDo you mind if ISit down

I have traveledThrough many dreamsTo get here

Take my handI have stories to tellAnd you were the heroIn each one

You don’t rememberThat’s why I am hereTo give you backYour memory

Here is your laughterAnd your joy youLeft behindHere is your courageIt just needed polishingAnd here is all the loveYou gave awayIt has multiplied

Here I amWe will move intoThis new story togetherYou have all you needYou are strong enoughTo see how it ends


February 19, 2015 · 5:51 pm

Morning Poem 88There are tiny bulbsWaiting to bloomIn the potWaiting to sayHey it’s SpringPut on your sandalsAnd your floppiest hatIt’s time to wake upAfter a season of sleep

Sun is warmingThose tiny bulbsIn the potWe have only to believeTo put on sunscreenAnd Spring will happenBirds will singAnd the lake willCome to shore again

We are waitingTo bloomWe can feel an awakeningJust under the skinAnd hear a whisper sayingGrow grow growAs we push ourselvesOut of the darknessInto the light


February 21, 2015 · 12:15 pm

Morning Poem 89My mornings were shapedBy playing the harpFalling in love withEach noteEach vibrationMy dog resting beside me

I felt newly formedEach morningMy harp restingClose to my heartArms pulling stringsFingers sculpting musicOut of the air

Though I cannotPlay it nowMy harp brings me comfortResting in the corner ofMy room

Memories of musicResting in its wood and strings

Asked why I played harpI said I was practicingTo play in heavenAnd I still thinkWhat could be betterThan to play harp perfectlyFor eternity


February 21, 2015 · 11:28 pm

Morning Poem 90It’s hard to findA place for myself in the dayHere are my booksI can’t seem to readHere is musicI can’t playHere is foodI can’t seem to eatHere is T.V.With shows I’ve alreadyWatched

Here is my bodyLighter but strongOn this dayFeeling life is emptierBecause of the lossOf desireBut fullerBecause my attentionIs on those that surround meAnd the stories they tell

It is a time of subtractionOf removing all that isUnnecessarySo that I can remainStill necessarySitting in my chair

Watching light travelAround the roomUntil it rests on meAnd I am illuminated


February 23, 2015 · 6:20 pm

Morning Poem 91Today I am gratefulFor the sunWarming my cornerEvery afternoonFor the roses still bloomingA week after Valentine’s DayFor the Weeping Pussy WillowWhispering Spring in my earFor the intrepid birdsEating at the feederIn the bitterest cold

Today I am gratefulFor my husband who wearsHis love for me on his sleeveFor the grandmother clockStill chimingKeeping me presentFor my family and friendsWho have tattooed my heartWith loveAnd for my bodyThat struggles for healthAnd wellbeingThank you


February 24, 2015 · 4:52 pm

Morning Poem 92Great gusts of windAre blowing off the lake

Snow is swirling into peaksBirds have disappeared

Inside a fuchsia blossomLies on the carpetFrom some interior weatherI can’t see

I am trying to gatherBlossoms inside of meAnd make them whole againSo I can be in the worldWith gentleness and beauty

Today I imagine my breathLike great gusts of windFull of life and energyI let news of the worldI can’t attach toFlow through meI sit until love comesAnd carries me throughAnother day


February 25, 2015 · 5:34 pm

Morning Poem 93Here is a paintbrushAnd your palette of paintsSo you can paint your dayAnyway you choose

Here is every shade of greenIf you want to paint SpringYou could put leavesOn the treesPaint tender new shoots ofDaffodilsAnd some new grassFor the lawn

Or you could start with bluesAnd paint the sky and just

Keep going until you reach spaceAnd need a new color

And here is the color thatFeels like happiness to youYou can paint this colorWherever you chooseAnd have a party withAll who love you

Here is your paintYou don’t need numbersTo guide youYou create your dayStart painting


February 27, 2015 · 8:16 pm

Morning Poem 94I cannot name the birdsAnd I feel disrespectfulNot being able to nodAnd say “Hello Ms Sparrow”Or “You again, Mr. Finch”You would think as a poetI would want to be specificBut it seems I am contentTo watch and not name

It’s important to know namesTo take what is around us personallyPerhaps then we will hearThe sound of our own nameBeing called outBy the American RobinFrom the Bur Oak treeWe always sit under


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