Generations

For Ronovan writes weekly haiku prompt: the words are think and fresh.
think fresh: oranges, tea
think of lettuce, roses, peas
think boys, fresh words, glee
The photograph is of one of my mother’s watercolors: Helen Burling Ottaway. We have another Mother Daughter Art Show going up for the month of June and July. I am cleaning, framing, pricing and getting ready….
I park on the hill
I walk to the coffee shop by the water
because I dream of earthquakes
The car is up the hill
I say to the earth
Wait
Please wait until the construction is done
So the old buildings won’t fall down
Today I see
The earthquake has happened
You died
Death heals any split left within us
I know you are healed
You are with our mother
Our grandparents
Our ancestors
And know you are loved
I know I am not really separated from you
I know that I will see you again
And yet each minute lasts 1000 years
Until I see you again
The earthquake has happened
I still ask the earth to wait
I still park on the hill.
5/10/12
Let’s keep the children
safe and warm
cuddled close
and free from harm
No, but what monster
hides underneath the bed
let’s find and name
the monsters all instead
we are wired not for safety
but for truth
don’t hide grief and fear
from the youth
a child survives by attunement to
your heart
they listen deeply from
their start
long before they understand
your words
they sense the world’s
monsters as a herd
a disney childhood is
a lie
the heartfelt child
wonders why
name your sorrows and
your pain
then your child will know
they have a name
no monsters hide beneath
my childrens’ bed
they know I hold them
close and dear instead
also published on everything2.com
Ronovan’s haiku challenge: pitch and time.
The devil’s fork pitch
es me into hot water,
time to bitch “Oh, fork.”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”
From my visit to Texas for a memorial service, white flowers enveloped in purple leaves and air and sun. Memories of George.
Our local high school mountain bike team and coaches, at the Washington State high school competition….
Here is the Lady Washington at the 2009 Wooden Boat Festival in Port Townsend Bay. I’m putting this up for Ompong since he likes galleons. I have toured her but not sailed on her. I hope to sail on her some day!
A riot of boats and color at the Wooden Boat Festival in 2007.
grief is an ox
that stands in the room with me
and overshadows
everything
no
grief
is a plow
pulled by an ox
I try to guide it
in the furrows
no
grief is the heavy ground
the plow turns it
the ox pulls
I guide it
in the furrows
no
I am grieving
I let it be close
I don’t push it
in to an ox
in to a plow
in to the earth
I let it in
I grieve
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