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Thursday, December 31, 2020

Dear 2021


 

Dear 2021

I am wary.
I can't celebrate
you as a whole.
Look too far
down the road.

The old year threw
a sucker punch that
landed everywhere,
put us on the ropes,
took our breath away.

So, I need to
celebrate day-by-day
with a smile in
the morning and a
thank you at night. 

Then, on your 
Dec. 31st, I'll look
back on 
all the days. 
I hope I will 
be   
sad to see you go.

Happy New Year! Thank you for reading poetry for another year.

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Thursday, December 24, 2020

Sto Lat


Sto Lat

The shot glasses
are filled  with
Krupnik, a honey liqueur.

We hold them high
and sing out
"Sto Lat"--good fortune.

A quick tilt of
the glass empties it.
I set mine down, and

 look around the room at
the good fortune
that surrounds me.

Christmas and Holiday greetings! Thank you for reading and stay safe.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Tentative Connections

 

Tentative Connections

Like a shadow that
touches two trees,
my connections
are tentative.
Batteries run down.
Signals are dropped.
I am virtually frustrated.

I have no choice
but to stay online
until, once again,
I can reach out
under my own power.

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Thursday, November 26, 2020

Healthy, Wealthy and Wisecracks

 


Healthy, Wealthy and Wisecracks

I give thanks for good health,

a wealth of family (biological and chosen)

and wisecracks, mine or others.

After all, laughter is the best medicine.


Thank you for stopping by. I hope you have a lovely holiday. 


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Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Become One

 


Become One 

The sky lays down on the lake.
It doesn't make a splash.
The action seems like happenstance,
but it is guided by the sun.

The area it covers turns
bright blue with patches of white.
Branches poke through the clouds.
Ducks and geese swim on the fluff.
The surrounding water sparkles. 

This is the beauty that is created
when two elements we thought
could never come together
become one.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2020

The Last Leaf

 

The Last Leaf

The others are gone.
I miss watching them wave
and then waving back.
I crave the closeness,
the daily contact. 

My turn will come soon.
I am not immune.
I can't hold on forever,
but today, I will try my best
not to fall.

This is a persona poem.

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Thursday, October 29, 2020

Scary Times


 Scary Times

The monsters are real.
Their weapons are
hate, greed and cruelty.

All the checks have bounced.
We have lost our balances.
But, we have a chance
to make the checks
viable again and
regain our balances.

If we do this,
it will be a
signature moment.

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