Deb
Reader, Thinker, Writer, Lover.
September 2016
September 29, 2016

Dear Facebook…

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Dear Facebook friends ~

Do you want to know how I feel about your posts?

 

They make me seethingly jealous.

They lift my spirits.

They infuriate me. Read more…

September 27, 2016

A Fig

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I call myself a Teacher

but today,

the horse called me

Observer.

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It said, stand back.

Watch how I gather

unruly energy

and place it,

quiet, but white hot

in their bellies.

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Watch how I pluck

unintelligible words from the air

and make them clear.

~~

Opaque hearts,

now transparent.

Inscrutable eyes,

open.

~~

Observe, teacher,

how I take the shy

the loner

the heartbroken

the sad

and lean into them –

filling the dark holes,

demanding presence.

~~

Making them forget for a moment

their cuts

their violence

their hunger.

~~

And so, today, I am not a teacher.

Like Amos,

I am not a prophet,

nor am I the son of a prophet,

but I am a herdsman,

plucking wild figs.”

~~

I’m gathering their stories.

Hold out your hand -

I’m giving them to you.

September 2, 2016

Woman.

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Hard lines, curves.

Circles bringing you

back around,

spiraling in and out

of the heart.

Broken pieces

hidden under strength,

color peeking from

behind black and white

and black oozing

from the inner sanctuary.

And abstraction,

An Actuality –

housed in the same body.

Mindful

distracted

Holding on

looking away.

Shapes and dribbles

held up by borders

of another’s design

struggling to break

Free.

Voice lodged in the throat

head down

bent low

walking forward

Bridges in and out of

the heart

Leading to here

and to heaven

and to hell.

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**inspired by the abstract expressionist painting¬† “Woman” by Judith Godwin – 1954.