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harim and mayim speak
The mountains welcomed me, “You’re back!” and promised me they’d have my back, should some Great water way — or two — recede, retreat, or otherwise act as cowards for too, too long.
Oh, harim, how they cried to me, spoke truth to me, “Here’s Jenny, an ally to thee.” At once the Sun shone once again, as I embraced my Westward friend.
Her shores were rocky, her waters cold. But I, at midpoint, felt less old — and trampled — then. And my ears acquiesced.
For t-w-e-n-t-y years before, life’s fog obscured Jenny’s lore. She sang it then, she sang it now: “Courageous woman, to the path you’ve chosen, the mountains bow.”
Un-prisoned
Your Own Ad-Vice
Show them unknowingly
Your daughters and sons
Worry
Neglect
Then expect they’d protect
The value of carefree
The wonder of fun
There is nothing like this
Over the rainbow
Under the Sun
Super, and Care-Full With Your Pen, Mannerisms, and Metaphor
Sonny, (I can call you that because I’ve grey and am much older than you)
You don’t look like a man who’dve (proper grammar? I surely don’t care)
Said what you said (but you said it, and it stole my heart)
In Chapter 25 (chapter twenty-five., to be precise)
Or even a man who’dve been able to “focus” this long (though you lay claim to seeing its virtue, so I’ll believe you)
Given the amount of time (I’ve spent more than my fair share of it and secretly believe it’s ubiquitous)
And number of exhalations I know (I know) it took away
From your habitual daydreaming (I’ve a penchant for it, too)
I could (sadly, I will) continue sharing unrequited love-jabs here
But it’s late and the (glorious, but damned) mosquitoes have made their entrance
So I laugh (always — most often at myself), and tuck your bookmark (thanks) in my bra strap (ha) instead of your book (your book, bravo) and go inside for the night (and, how dare you quote Whitman?!)
Goodnight (goodnight)
Every, Any, None: Her Haiku
You, women and girls
Ever Sunrises, Sunsets
Metaphors galore
Gifts
Total and true
The moment and its love for life
Anchored and adorned
The breath with its friend, the flower
As Yet Untitled
You could be a songbird
It’d be okay
Sing in any octave
Sing throughout the day
I stay in prayerful quiet
Only God can hear
A lifetime filled with harmony
A songbird in my ear
Hope Automatic
I wish you away
The Valentine’s Day
50 pounding headaches ago
I
Sanely spoke
I
Tread purposefully
I
Smiled, generally
Hope was automatic
The mirror and I, friends
I walked free of you then
Spring forward to Saturday
This happy day
Rearview mirrors ripped away
Now comes Springtime
Again
From Under the Grey
I cheer weird
Arms, akimbo
Eyes, alight
Crazy-vocal vocal chords
People shush me
Wish to hush me
But they know who’s the go-to
When they wish for a true-blue friend
They know who to see
When, at the bottom of the deep blue sea
They need to believe again
Themselves, befriend
Inhibition-free, unapologetically
Cheerleader me
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