Lunch Time Conversation

Buttercups stare at me from the lawn,

What’s for lunch - they ask?

Another salad – how could you?

That lettuce is my friend,

That carrot is my brother,

All that grows from the soil is my family.

How could you treat my family this way?

First you cut us, then you poison us and now you eat us!

If we didn’t now better we’d think you didn’t like us.

Don’t you like our brilliant greens that pump out oxygen and tickle your toes,

Don’t you like our stunning yellows that brighten your path and reflect off your chin.

What’s that you ask?

Why am I called a buttercup?

No, I do not taste like butter.

NO, you shouldn’t pick me!

No, I do not taste like butter.

no, nO, NO ! ! !

June 15, 2007

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Is my pain me?

Is my pain me?

Crushing pressure, stabbing surprise,

Go away – this is not me.

Don’t drive! One or two tablets? Is that enough?

Sleep comes along sometime in the dark,

Pain crushes the effect of pills and sleep fails to provide comfort.

Is my pain me?

Crushing pressure, stabbing surprise,

Go away – this is not me.

I am not what I’m told to be,

Buy this! Trust that! Be this and that!

I am only what I tell myself to be,

This pain is controlled in the confines of my mind by crushing all that society tells me I must be.

Is my pain me?

Crushing pressure, stabbing surprise,

Go away – this is not me.

Doubt you are not me:

Who am I? Why am I here? What am I meant to be?

Questions in the confines of my mind,

Doubt and gray matter meet in a crushing battle to give or release more pain.

June 15, 2007

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Am I Me Yet?

Can I see yet?

Has my vision cleared of tears, pity and sorrow?

Am I ready to view the rainbows of life, contentment and happiness?

Am I free yet?

Have I found that golden gate from home?

Am I going to a place where I am me, and not what someone else wants me to be?

Am I me yet?

Has my mind escaped the bounds of conformity and blandness?

Am I ready to run the race of independence?

Am I able to feel yet?

Have I solved the equation that is simple and impossible?

Only I have the answer - if I care to think it.

Am I complete yet?

Has my form taken shape and my features consolidated?

Me – clear - concise – defined.

Listen!

Think!

Look!

Feel!

Know!

March 7, 2007

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Staff

We come to swim three days a week,

New swim suits we must buy.

Our costumes are sleek, we are not meek,

Four strokes we’re asked to try.

We have a coach who stays on deck,

He prefers to remain dry.

Sharpe eyes he has with which to peek,

Go slow we can’t, for he always smells a lie.

We dig down deep,

We give a try.

For its skill we seek,

If we’re to fly.

To swim we must employ a guard,

To remain safe on her skills we must rely.

The job can be slow, not hard,

We trust her skills she will not have to try.

We could stay home in bed, our muscles lax,

But instead we drive and walk and bike.

To the pool, we meet and greet Allex,

And attend carefully to our coach Mike.

February 18, 2007

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Runners

I was out running one day,

On a trial worn and gray.

When along came a fellow runner,

Smiling, shining, saying run with me!

So, I changed my direction and I sped up my pace,

I sucked in my stomach and put a smile on my face.

I was bewitched by her beauty,

I was dumfounded by her intelligence.

Her pace was quick, her posture was fine,

Her legs where strong and making quick time.

She spoke of music of classical and jazz,

She spoke of art of Rodin and Dahli.

She spoke of travels to lands far away,

Of churches medieval along the highway.

She spoke of walking and cycling and flying and driving,

Her passion for moving burned a place in my heart.

I tried to run, I tried to talk,

I tried to keep her pace, but I had to walk.

As she ran out of sight, my heart grew heavy,

I stopped and looked down the trail. Thinking.

This is worthwhile,

This is worth doing.

This will hurt and

This will help,

So, I began to run once again,

On a trail worn and gray.

A smile on my face,

Shining memories in my heart.

Saying hello to all those who I pass.

January 31, 2007

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Live Your Best Life

I will not die and unlived life.

I will not live in fear.

of falling or catching fire.

I choose to inhabit my days,

to allow my living to open me,

to make me less afraid,

more accessible,

to loosen my heart

until it becomes a wing,

a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance,

to live so that which came to me as a seed

goes to the next as blossom,

and that which came to me as a blossom

goes on as fruit.

- Dawna Markova

This poem marks an important event in my life.

It touches my heart with joy, gratitude and regret.

It fills my soul determination and optimism.

RDH

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Two Imaginations

Imagination Night crawls along the forest floor,

Hiding behind roots and rocks and clots of moss.

Imagination Night changes colours like a chameleon,

Black, gray, brown crawling unseen, unheard, unknown.

Imagination Day prances through the field,

Bouncing, twirling and singing a happy song.

Imagination Day talks to everyone making friends,

Preferring to meet the sun and the sky and the clouds.

Imagination Night sleeps quietly in its den,

Waiting for the day when it is wanted or needed.

Imagination Night hibernates winter, spring, summer and fall,

Waiting!

Imagination Day stays up late and often does sleep all night,

Preferring to play and tell stories of great adventures.

Imagination Day lives life in the moment,

Living on - or over the edge.

Imagination Night gets a call to action,

Wakes and is confounded by the demand.

Imagination Night does not understand what is being asked of it,

And asks:“Can I do this tomorrow after I’ve slept on it?”

Imagination Day is called to action,

Turns and starts to work right away.

Imagination Day finishes and keeps going,

“Can I do more this is so much fun?”

January 23rd , 2007

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