Thank you Daily Post contributors for many years of great prompts and responses. I’m deeply disappointed this is stopping and grateful for many years of inspiration.
I’m reposting this beautiful girl who has captured my heart and how she reminds me daily how enlivening play is and how life is where we are rather than in the stream of seemingly endless thoughts.
Love’s a hitchhiker,
so innocent in its leap
that it doesn’t register
torn seats or sunroofs
but simply hears
come on in
and feels that smile
like a warm winter breeze,
but relationships
are rarely so simple:
the car must be washed
repaired, replaced
and trips planned
and changed with the
frequency of newborns’
diapers amidst increasing
conflict till compromise
shatters
like a windshield at eighty
against a centennial oak
but love, love is not so
complicated—once stripped
of metal and fuel it
shimmers naked, senses
open to sky and skunk,
blizzards and vistas,
and it’s never
blind but radiant as a star
and enigmatic as a body
after the heart’s
final
beat.
Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.
Originally received from funding101.org
It’s crazy how much I love this dog:
she’s silver strands if I am a crow
if a pirate, she’s my mountain of gold
by sea at night she’s the northern star
and my sun & moon & light near & far
(Joya picks up almost anything and turns it into a toy that she flips in the air, catches, chases, since everything is animate and joyful play in her world.)
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