Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Yosemite, 2006



what did I see to be except myself
i made it up 
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay

 from Lucille Clifton's poem, won't you celebrate with me

Sometimes the urge to joke to be offhand is not right, too easy.

Deflection is not honest.

I am struggling.

If I were a pray-er the verb not the noun I'd be on my knees.

If I were a prayer the noun not the verb, you could write me down in tiny script.

 a slip of paper in a bottle floating, a bit of fuzz a seed,

your wish, blur, blow.
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9 comments:

  1. Mama DMarch 18, 2014 at 2:00 PM

    How could you NOT be struggling? Sending a big hug.

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  2. Denise Emanuel ClemenMarch 18, 2014 at 2:05 PM

    Oh, my dear. I feel it. Breathing in--and exhaling love in your direction.

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  3. 37paddingtonMarch 18, 2014 at 2:31 PM

    I am wishing hard, dear Elizabeth.

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  4. Ms. MoonMarch 18, 2014 at 2:41 PM

    May your prayers be thus:
    Yes, yes, yes.

    You are loved.

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  5. Vesuvius At HomeMarch 18, 2014 at 3:52 PM

    Sending love, dear Elizabeth. You are in my thoughts and in my heart.

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  6. My life so farMarch 18, 2014 at 7:41 PM

    Sending hugs. Take care woman.

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  7. karioMarch 18, 2014 at 7:52 PM

    Holding space for you. I will be the bottle, you can be the slip of paper. We can bob up and down on the sea in the warm sunshine for as long as you like.

    Love.

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  8. GbergerMarch 18, 2014 at 8:24 PM

    Dear friend...sending love and prayers for whatever you most need, moment by moment.

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  9. Steve ReedMarch 18, 2014 at 11:36 PM

    You're doing what artists do, making something evocative from your struggles. I wish I could make it easier, but I suspect your poetry does that, or at least helps a little.

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