Legs

November 19, 2015 at 10:21 pm (Poems) (, )

With luck, legs will bear us. With grazes, tumble through childhood. With nourishment, grow and travel light. With music, dance and sway. With care, carry loved ones. With work, bend and callous. With weather, ache and change. With rest, endure to serve us. With wear, reflect our age. With love, bend for others. With time, fall away…

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Fall

November 18, 2015 at 12:29 am (Poems) ()

Christmas peeking
knees a-creaking
kittens sleeping
winds a-roaring
rain a-pouring
autumn came
to call again

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Quiet Stance

November 17, 2015 at 12:26 am (Poems) (, , , )

Running, Lifting, Holding, Lowering, Returning.

Should we lose the ability to return, chaos ensues,

limbs flail akimbo, and the body, if not checked, may break.

 

Running, Lifting, Holding, Lowering, Returning.

When two legs are spirited from under us

our landing position should be as relaxed and natural as possible.

We may then, with insight, place one foot in front of the other foot.

Returning to quiet stance may yet be the strength of us.

 

 

 

 

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Brighton after dark

November 11, 2015 at 6:07 pm (Poems) (, , )

South coasters hunker
hipsters consume the city
the tide tips and turns.

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