Candles luminate
Silence my companion
And a cup of tea
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Today, again I stopped making plans
Yes, I will do what is before me that needs to be done.
Yes, I will have tea as often as I am compelled.
Yes, I will eventually go to sleep this night.
And YES, I have the list of places I would like to visit, things I would like to do, crafted before I was reminded through an evening of humor and simplicity and forthright laughter:
Be. Here. Now.
What was I thinking? Oh wait, that was the culprit, I was thinking and way too much.
Today a friend asked me: "Are you happy?"
It was in the stopping to think about it I came up with the yes/no answer.
I Rewind.
Attempt to assuage the part of me that values thinking.
Ask me again, I request.
"Are you happy?"
I breathe in and breathe out. Why yes I am.
God remind me of what it is to be of an age I could get myself about, ask for what I wanted, give hugs freely and say I love you unabashedly for no apparent reason.
The days I made new best friends at the playground
without even thinking.
Yes, I will do what is before me that needs to be done.
Yes, I will have tea as often as I am compelled.
Yes, I will eventually go to sleep this night.
And YES, I have the list of places I would like to visit, things I would like to do, crafted before I was reminded through an evening of humor and simplicity and forthright laughter:
Be. Here. Now.
What was I thinking? Oh wait, that was the culprit, I was thinking and way too much.
Today a friend asked me: "Are you happy?"
It was in the stopping to think about it I came up with the yes/no answer.
I Rewind.
Attempt to assuage the part of me that values thinking.
Ask me again, I request.
"Are you happy?"
I breathe in and breathe out. Why yes I am.
God remind me of what it is to be of an age I could get myself about, ask for what I wanted, give hugs freely and say I love you unabashedly for no apparent reason.
The days I made new best friends at the playground
without even thinking.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
come, spring, come
Robins and starlings
in flight and in song confirm
and insist Spring arrive!
Commence, this moment
burst forth and unfold young leaves
Reveal your deep green
I am done with chill
bones in need of warmth rebel
I stay in bed too long
in flight and in song confirm
and insist Spring arrive!
Commence, this moment
burst forth and unfold young leaves
Reveal your deep green
I am done with chill
bones in need of warmth rebel
I stay in bed too long
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Tanka
Spring tries to come while
Dry white rain blankets the trees
and leaves black ice
And still the robins return
And hummingbird with green breast
Dry white rain blankets the trees
and leaves black ice
And still the robins return
And hummingbird with green breast
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