The Lovesick Sea

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Lovesick Sea

My heart knew you before
I began to feel the grip of time,
before the world rolled out
to meet me like a red carpet,
before I knew what it was
to be brokenhearted.

My heart knew you long before
you stepped through the winter doorway
tossing me on the love sick sea.

Even before that, my heart knew you
like the first blossom of the first spring
and knew you would be in every blossom after that wherever I go humming

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I was lost in the ocean
of your eyes; lost in an ache
I can’t control and
I will not forsake.

If ever I’ve had occasion to pray,
this is it. I’m not yet on my knees,
but now that I am in the grip of time,
I am hungry for everything you teach me
about loving and letting go

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Lessons From The Pandemic

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Lessons From The Pandemic

 In this era of suspect surfaces and social distance, now that we are sheltering in place, we have a chance to “face the barren truth of our lives” and to seek “new ways of loving the untouchable in each other.” The pandemic is forcing us out of our usual routines and challenging us to create new patterns. What old ways in your life would you like to let die during this period of transformation? What new ways would you like to invite? What old ways in the world would you like to be transformed and what new ways would you like to invite into life?

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Based On A True Story

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Based On A True Story

Sometimes, as a poet, I like to personify an idea, like Truth or Love or Freedom, and then write about the idea as if it is a living presence. This is a great way to get at my relationship with the idea and to give myself permission to perceive or change that relationship by changing the story I attach to it. That is the essential idea of this poem, which invites the question: What is your relationship to Truth? How would you personify or characterize Truth? Would it help if you changed the storyline?

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Just A Way of Saying

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Just A Way of Saying

Determining purpose is one of the most challenging areas of life. But we can look to other life forms and quickly make up a kind of purpose: all rivers flow to the sea because that s where they belong; plants “drink” the sun because they are lovers of the light. To me, metaphor opens a channel to our wisdom, a way of finding and giving guidance about how to live. If water belongs to the sea, then humans belong to humanity. Who do you hold onto in your heart? How might you express the place those dear ones have in your heart before disappearing?

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Hard Labor In The Head

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Hard Labor In The Head

I wrote this prose-poem after reading a Rumi poem. I realized I was working at it, striving to understand what he really meant, and truly “get it.” Then, I had a little epiphany: I haven’t really worked that muscle in a while and was struck by the effort of making connections and threading together a deeper meaning from the words on the page. When I realized that the form of my writing matched the message of the content, I thought I would post it as a little challenge to see who might “get it.” . 

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Trust

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Trust

I have a strange mix of deep trust in life and general skepticism. I am overly trusting with business assuming that we will work together with positive intention and keep each other’s best interests in mind. I have been burned a few times by this approach. Still, I keep trust as a travel companion and this poem explains why. What is your relationship, in general, to trust? Do you consider yourself a trusting person or not?

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