Resetting Rhythms


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They came
in two and threes
slowly arriving for a weekend
of relaxation and rejuvenation

The excuse was to play cards
learn more strategy
become better players
A tradition started long ago

reset rhythms
escape the hustle and worry
of everyday life

Duty and guilt
always make their appearance
Pipe up with reasons
why this time away
is self indulgent
a decadent treat to self
family suffers while moms are away
chores are left undone
commitments are not met

true, true and true


Time has shown
good food
talking to the wee hours of the morning
staying in pjs all day if you want to
along with playing cards
is good for the soul

Friendships are reconnected and strengthened
rhythms are reset
a weekend of self indulgence
proves to be an endowment
for the future
a gift of a better self

The Chase

Self compassion peeks
around a corner
aware of censor lurking
ready to pounce on any opportunity
Forming an unholy trinity
along with self judgment and perfection
this triad wields a hefty mallet
capable of quashing any forward progress

As compassion takes a chance
stepping into the limelight
the chase is on
Prudence and caution
dart in and out
with guilt and blame
they hunt
grace and tenderness

Hope and resilience join
to give compassion strength
together they soundly rise above
negative quibbles
They giggle with the realization
that censor is not the authoritative leader
it deliberately claims to be

Compassion’s gentle trio
add a breezy freshness to outlook
Sending censor, judgment and perfection
back to the shadows
void of their influence


I saw a photo of you today
and delighted in your smile
until I looked carefully

I recognized this pleasant appearance
was not endorsed by you entirely
there was a sadness in your eyes

The white flag of surrender
was being flown
under the pretext of a happy expression
By looking closely
one could see
the unmistakable masquerade
of your melancholy

What has driven authenticity away
what troubles lay on your path

I wish I could cross
the barrier of the image
to help ease your sorrow


Restless feeling
aims at my mind
demanding attention
for negligence
and lack of care

Indistinct emotions
buzz and crackle
like static on a two way radio
Message lost
in a reverberation of charged particles
scattering in all directions

A fuzzy, vague disquiet
disturbs the peace
a robber stealing
ability to placate a
stealthy infiltrator

This meddler must be
before more damage
can be done

Regain Balance
Restore Equilibrium



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The shadow of the Crone
tainted my day
Her cloak trailed
reluctantly behind her
as she slowly crossed my path,
full of compassion
for those the shadow would touch

Messages of death
in their haste to be announced first

I eyed the hag warily
ugly messenger delivering ugly messages
but she continued on her way
to the turmoil
her news brought to my life

We enter the world knowing
we must leave one day
but somehow in our pursuit of life
this knowledge is lost
we approach return passage
with trepidation
or fear

One of the calls
announced the departure
of my Godmother
not a fairy like Cinderella’s
but a beautiful woman who
wove magic
into memories
especially from my childhood

“Tonnie” was another graceful soul
in my life for the briefest moment
a treasured friend and cousin
of my mother in law
When we met
it was as though I belonged no where else

I feel fortunate to have known them
for this brief time

Their sudden entry and exit from my world
leaves me reeling
wondering about the ways of the netherworld
what deals have been made
and are exacted when we least expect
Crone recalling what was once hers
hag doing her dirty work

Life is truly
“the blink of an eye”

Sidewalk Hustle


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Alive street
brimming with people
Ants on anthill
Flurry of activity
sunshine and warm temperatures
lure people out of their homes

Half naked children
cavort in fountain
water arcs jumping hole to hole
slip effortlessly through grasping hands
to squeals of delight

Androgynous orator
long purple hair
tie dyed skirt
slender body
spews rapid fire rap verses
with deep male voice
crossed legged listeners
seated on soft green grass

Jugglers toss balls
dangerous looking knives
through string less tennis racquet
vie for attention of passersby
vie for opportunity to separate
observer and contents of their wallet

Festive atmosphere
brisk business
ice cream and gelato sales flourish
chocolate and vanilla stained faces of children
witness treats eaten

Above hustle and bustle
ethereal sitar music
haunting melodies
images of orient
exotic far away regions

As the notes rise and fall
calmness is felt
in the heart
of the street side activity