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Found

8/29/2016

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I am small steps in the desert;
Tiny footprints on the moon.
I am stardust falling lightly 
On a spring day gone too soon.
 
I’m the light of unrelenting song
Suspended in the sky.
I am tears from unknown places
Swirling safely in God’s eye.
 
I’m a window in the village
On one starry, starry night.
I am thunder in the heartland.
I am butterflies in flight.

Originally published in September Newsletter. Read and enter to win an original piece of art.
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I am from Lyme.

8/26/2016

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​I’m from the aches and pains of everyday life.
I am from blood tests, from Holter Monitors, Echoes, MRIs and Wechsler scales. 
I’m from Otolaryngologists, Neurologists, Psychiatrists, Osteopaths, Naturopaths, Accupuncturists and the ER.
I am from this is it and that is it and nothing is wrong with you.
I am from the blank stare against the soft yellow wall, uncountable specks on a popcorn speckled ceiling, and curtains hanging unopened on the second floor; 
From hands on the stairs all the way up, and white knuckled sheer-will all the way down.
I am the golden sofa carrying secrets that were not mine to tell.
I am plastic boxes bulging with capsules, B12 the hard way, and thick yellow Mepron sliding through my throat.
I am the unblooms of teasel and milk thistle, arriving from amazon.com in cold brown pharmacy glass wrapped in bubblewrap.
I am from tea when that’s all there is to give;
From checking in and waiting. 
I am from colder than Siberia that only sleep can warm.
I am from heaven sent denial and stupid stubborn faith.
I am from Three Little Birds and love notes on the bedroom mirror.
I am from too many good-byes.
I’m from seeking the light and finding it had never had gone out.
I’m from Buffalo New York, and shrimp scampi every Christmas Eve.
I’m from Matthew and Nathaniel cooking birthday meals of steak on the grill and Jambalaya;
From Fluffy and Gruffy, the mayor and the clown;
From Joe, holding my hand and breathing me into being over and over again.
I’m from photos in boxes stacked high against new garage walls, poems protected by Carbonite, and journals hidden where I won’t say.
I am from wishes made only in dreams and anger spoken only to a backlit screen and few memories to understand either;
From photos in flash drives and songs still trapped in six steel strings. 
I am paint and ink and waterproof pens.
I am board and tile and vellum sheets.
I am mysterious mandalas and flowers forged in fire. 
I am freshly black coated canvas waiting for the cool white pen.

This poem was written in response to Writing Coach Podcast Series: I am From, by Ann Kroeker, on Tweetspeak Poetry. Ann shared a type of poem, the I am From type of poem, along with her own piece. There is a podcast on the page, so listen along and then follow links to the resources listed on the page. Maybe you'll find a poem, too. :) I'd love it if you'd share yours, too!

You can hear more from Ann by following her podcast, Ann Kroeker, Writing Coach. You might also want to pick up a copy of the wonderful book Ann co-authored with Charity Singleton Craig, On Being a Writer: 12 Simple Habits for a Writing Life that Lasts.
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Life, Sometimes

8/23/2016

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Sometimes life takes you some place
You never expected to go,
To meet people you never knew you needed,
On days you might have otherwise succeeded
In retreating to your bed
and pillow.  
 
And, sometimes life gives you some grace
In the form of sweet voices
Comingling high above Hygeia Springs,
Convincing you they have shared wings,
And they are old friends from another time,
But you don’t dare say...
 
You just sing it 
one more time. 

Amazing Grace.
Amazing Grace.
Amazing.
Grace.


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Shared with permission from, 
and so much gratitude for, my partners in song, 
​Laura Lynn Brown and Laura Boggess.
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How to Read Big Magic

8/22/2016

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Picture
The others
sailed through the small sea of leaves
happy and smiling,
carefreeing it along,

​there I was,
hung up
like whole row of commas
in boldface,

  all

    the

      way

        through

until it was done
and I
was changed.

And, honestly…
I would tell you what it was about
or what was my favorite part
or why I loved the book’s journey
if only I remembered
that way.

But, I can tell you this –

Go to any store that sells paint.
Stand in front of all the colors.
​Let one pick you.
Buy it.

Let it rest overnight in a forgotten room 
and get up the next morning ahead of the world.

Ask the paint “What now?”
Listen quietly
for as long as it takes.

If it says “Spin me in circles please”
never say “I don’t know how”
-just do it.

If it says “whisper me across the plane”
don’t ask “What plane, where?”
-just do it.

If it says “set me on fire”
swallow your gasping “that’s dangerous!”
-just do it.

If it says “let me stay right there,
smudged under your right eye for at least a day”
just do it-

This paint that picked you
will tell your story.
​
That is where the big magic is.



This poem was a response to a Tweetspeak Poetry prompt
​by Heather Eure: Lose Yourself in a Book. 

​The inpiration book: Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert
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