Sunday, October 20, 2024

Child of the Earth

 —Photo by vienaphi from Pixabay.com
 
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—Poetry by Ann Wehrman, Sacramento, CA
—Photos by Chris Feldman and vienaphi
 
 
GRATITUDE
 
damp flushed skin
late August morning
over coffee, work in the kitchen
 
pare claret, fragrant strawberries
clean the stovetop’s metal burner plates
 
take my cup to my desk
sit, page open
mind empty, arms empty
heart waits, breath steady
 
no words come
no words needed
 
 
 
 In the Library
—Photo by Chris Feldman

 
UPON TURNING SEVENTY
 
like a maiden inside, it’s not just a myth
never married, childless
I feel more, care more
am better than at twenty-one
 
still long for true love, believe in miracles
treasure memories like a used bookstore
 
cookbooks, juicy novels, metaphysics
bound volumes of faded, yellowed Polaroids
baby book with a wisp of hair, black as an Irish lover’s—
a tiny footprint
 
 
 
 Monongahela Autumn
—Photo by Chris Feldman 


INEVITABLE
 
clouds fly by on mid-September breeze
I turned seventy a few months ago
scoffed at it, Just a number!
glad to be alive, still strong, whole
 
though it still feels like summer
I can’t deny the seasons’ change—
summer’s bright heat to cooler days, nights
trees’ emerald leaves turn brown, wither
 
child of the Earth, I see myself slow
accept it with grace, regret
 
 
 
Shadow Eclipse
—Photo by Chris Feldman


DISORDERLY CONDUCT
 
is it wrong that I slept until noon today
unable to face going to bed, I
work late, watch TV all night
Band-Aids on a wound that won’t heal
my heart, after all these years
 
in my mind
step through space
a low-lit room
wide, clean bed
filmy drapes billow gently
window open to the cool sea breeze
 
we make love, join our spirits
more than touch—
know each other, welcome, cherish
 
after decades alone, likely to die alone
I still crave that deep connection
 
 
 
At the Window
—Photo by Chris Feldman

 
SPIRIT OF LOVE
 
when I am ninety
will I still envision you, beloved
sensitive, unyielding
your tender voice
 
my love deeper than flesh
than this weathered body’s changes
a teenager when I first loved you
 
both our bodies slowing
treasure each year
welcome what comes next
 
 
 
Cloud Window
—Photo by Chris Feldman

 
Today’s LittleNip:
 
sunrise
—Ann Wehrman
 
minds buzz at the edge of awareness
5D—not a digital experience, not AI
 
humans take a chance on each other
doors open in our minds
human family begins to wake up
 
____________________

—Medusa, with our thanks to Ann Wehrman and Chris Feldman for today’s fine-as-always collaboration!
 
And my apologies to Richard LeDue, the author of yesterday's poems—I mistakenly credited Victor Kennedy for them... Argh....  😖
 
 
 
 
—Photo Courtesy of Public Domain






 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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