Category Archives: Poetry
Probate is a door
Probate is less a box To hold things away for a time & more a door That opens and clears the way :- Doug.
She gave up
She gave up a career to care for her mother, declining but all she gave away was ambition to get the giving :- Doug.
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Two gardens
Two gardens we are given to tend The one within our fence The one without, embracing it :- Doug.
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The summer’s come on so suddenly
The summer’s come on so suddenly & now is nearly gone the seasons come round so quickly they leave my head spinning The older I get the faster spins the reel of remaining tape Yet if we look we may … Continue reading
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Dragonflies
The sun and the wind & the dragonflies are one and sitting among all these you and I with them are one hawk wheeling above dew glittering cars with pavement singing are one tree frogs not heard but deafening remind … Continue reading
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finally finding a way
I am finally finding a way to bring together my law work and my poetry work. :- Doug.
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Where’s the needle, where’s the thread?
When Mom’s mind begins to crack and shrivel We want to go retrieve the pieces From our remembered store Even though we know There’s no thread to stitch Memory to flesh :- Doug.
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Aswim
Aswim in the ocean of Galaxies & universes is Our particular world of Little paychecks & big super stores & Momma’s in the nursing home :- Doug.
Expectancy?
Do you have a life expectancy Or an expectancy of life? :- Doug.
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Joy of burden
In your old age Give your children and grandchildren The joy of the burden of you :- Doug.
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If meaning in life/is direction of days
If meaning in life is direction of days we can be here now for destination is not assured but each now we choose our heading We think the person with Alzheimer’s slips away from us sadly but could he, could … Continue reading
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