Dream Lover

Dream lover,
You support and encourage.
Dream lover,
You tolerate my every flaw.
Dream lover,
You’re aware of my needs.
Dream lover,
You’re a funny friend.
Dream lover,
You’re a charming companion.
Dream lover,
Where the hell are you?

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Go outside

Having a hard day? Go outside. Look at the sky, the clouds. Listen to the birds. Check out the flowers. Breathe. If you can take a walk, do that. The world is there, waiting to remind you that there is beauty and calm available outside.

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The Blue

Before the dawn,
Before the sun,
When the air is blue
And the night fades,

Before the alarm,
Before the coffee,
When the house is quiet
And only the birds converse,

That is when
I feel most whole,
Most truly me
Without you.

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Sing

Singing in the Rain

Sing of retreating darkness,
Sing of light,
Sing of buds
Bursting yellow.
Sing of birds
Singing themselves home.
Sing of blue air and warm sun,
Sing of life.

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I love that

I love that life improves when the TV news is off.
I love that the sun warms even the coldest day.
I love that fellow walkers have a smile and a hello.
I love that a good book can take me away.
I love that there are people in my life who care.

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I hate that

I hate that America is so flawed.
I hate that so many of us are killed by guns.
I hate that so many of us are in prison.
I hate that drugs steal the future from young people.
I hate that work doesn’t pay a living wage.
I hate that we fill the sky with poison for profit.
I hate that an education is about nothing but passing a test.
I hate that change and progress is such a difficult battle.

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I Come From

[Directions for the poem: 1 line for each of the five senses, and finish with a last line about an emotion.]

I come from seeing my parents and ornery cousins around my grandmother’s big kitchen table.
I come from the aroma of bacon and coffee from my mother’s kitchen each morning.
I come from the taste of wild – wild game and fish.
I come from the feel of a smooth gun stock in my hands as I follow my father though the river bottoms.
I come from the sound of my dad’s favorite singer – Jo Stafford – on the juke box at Polly’s Cafe.
I come from a childhood filled with love and support.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “I come from.” Hat tip to Beata Tsosie-Pena for this writing topic from her writing workshop at the Ghost Ranch Wisdom Sharing conference.

Unearthed

I, I am latent, I am dreamed,
I am unearthed.
I lie here fallow, waiting.
For the opening, the permission
The cord to cling to that will
Pull me forth.
What do I need to be born?
I need open, open, open and out
Into the sunlight.
Say yes to me.

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