Stop Asking

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A piece of the puzzle, yes,
But which one?
An edge, providing guidance
A corner with two straight sides

Or the one with so many
knobs and sockets
the fear of never being found
cannot be dismissed

But a puzzle with even
One missing piece remains
Incomplete
Undone

Leaving hands and eyes
frantically searching-
So, I guess
It really doesn’t matter

Edge, corner, or the knobs
and sockets that finally
complete the last
section of pale blue sky

Each one belongs-
So, why is it
I can’t seem to stop asking
Where do I fit?

I am enjoying my first experience at the Scissortail Creative Writing Festival in Ada, Oklahoma! And while listening to so many amazing writers may allow a bit of imposter syndrome to creep in, it is above all encouraging and inspiring.

Breathless

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Stretched across the sky
A swimmer, graceful and strong
Head tilted to one side

One arm stretched out in front
The other by her side, mid stroke
Gliding across the blue

Legs stretched out behind
feet gently kicking-
Every muscle engaged

Strange, the thought of
swimming across the sky
instead of the ocean

Arms reaching for
a pink moon, instead
of the sandy shore

Images stretched across
a blue canvas-Breathless-
Clouds, swimmer, and observer

Downy Soft

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A melody fluttered
across the sky

Notes patterned
In twos, threes, and fours

An invisible string
Gently coaxing them
along a wavering staff

Unusual notes, clad
in feathers that fluffed
with each released tone

I couldn’t hear the music.
But felt grateful, nonetheless

A joyful witness to
Downy soft improvisation

Healing Rays

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My eyes are closed
The sun’s intense heat
warms my face

Its rays attempt
to pierce my eyelids

Sun spots gently float
across the black
in front of my eyes

I fight the urge to sneak a
peek at my surroundings

My body needs this time-
Time enough to lose
all sense of time

Focused only on keeping
my eyes closed

While sinking deeper into
this out of the blue, but
most welcomed, warmth

Simply Sunday

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Photo by Paul Porter

Dynamic Duo

A perfectly posed pair
Painted in ombre shades
of tan, brown, and white

Their rounded beaks
poised, ready to speak
in sweet solidarity

Their audience of
captivated cattails,
ready to listen

Something tells me
It won’t be a long speech
A lesson in commitment
and contentment, perhaps

Thankful for each other
and their current view

Playful Parcel

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It’s been three days
since I saw you
running and playing
in the field with
your friends

Or perhaps,
They were your siblings

I smiled at the sight
of your frolic- and though
I couldn’t stop and
take in the whole

The space encircling me
magically slowed enough
to plant the lovely scene
inside a recollection box

And here I sit, three
days later, smiling again
at the motion-filled painting
expanding in my mind from
one brief moment of noticing

Parcel: a reference to a small group of young deer.

Simply Sunday

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The wind’s sway
is strong today
Urging and drawing
This way and that

It is okay to hold on, Little Flower
But keep your eyes open

You never know what
new perspectives
The breeze might
have in store

Limited Power

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There are moments,
A scream buried
deep inside begins
rising to the surface

Push it back down, steady-
Letting it out would
surely be unpleasant

Why is it there, anyway?
Big picture, I am ok

Still, frustrations pile
one on top of another
and another, attempting
a coup inside my brain

Truth is, their power is limited

One tangerine sky at the
end of a cool Spring day
and my heart instantly
returns to the helm

And that scream?
It dissipates in a single breath

Simply Sunday

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If I were a kite
I’d lean against
My favorite oak tree
Enjoying the shade
and the company

Waiting for a breeze
to lift me high
So I could fly
above the trees
Arms flung open wide

Gliding and giggling
Taking in the beauty
below, offering patches
of shade for the tree
before floating over to you

You, standing straight
and tall in the middle
of a flowery meadow,
holding steady to the handle

If I were a kite
You’d be my lifeline