tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23770775991854637482024-03-08T08:33:43.018-07:00LauriesPoetryPlaceLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-65913475097471512422017-10-03T08:15:00.002-07:002017-10-03T08:15:36.254-07:00Early MorningA symphony of birdsong<div>
wakes the sun.</div>
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She rises majestically,</div>
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chases the shadows</div>
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and bathes everything in gold,</div>
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as a cool breeze</div>
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sweeps through the trees</div>
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and makes the leaves clap for joy!</div>
Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-1133418303075802252016-03-13T12:45:00.002-07:002016-03-13T12:45:21.116-07:00Our Huskies<br />
<br />
Upon first light<br />
I free the huskies<br />
With thunderous hooves<br />
they race side by side<br />
Turning with synchronicity<br />
they check the perimeter<br />
<br />
They rarely bark<br />
except to talk<br />
in excitement or play<br />
and with authority<br />
<br />
They howl like wolves<br />
at Wheel of Fortune<br />
They circle and bump<br />
and rise up on hind legs<br />
wrestling like ferocious bears<br />
<br />
They grab ruff<br />
and pull and shake<br />
looking and sounding<br />
like a death dance<br />
<br />
They chase and tag<br />
spurting forth with fuel injection<br />
tuck tail and zag<br />
with precision avoidance<br />
<br />
They carry themselves<br />
with beauty and elegance<br />
exuding royalty<br />
With Leo, our lion<br />
holding courtLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-14562098621145024552016-03-13T12:37:00.001-07:002016-03-13T12:37:04.053-07:00Spring Signs<br />
<br />
The mesquite trees are budding out<br />
The wildflowers line the house<br />
The birds have been talking<br />
I heard them whispering of spring<br />
The sky spreads its brilliant blue bonnet<br />
with angel-wing clouds<br />
The sun warms the cats curled in a beam<br />
on the bed<br />
The March lion has laid down its head<br />
and the lamb is now nestled in our valley<br />
at the feet of our mountain<br />
Soon the baby quail will bounce out of their nests<br />
as the steadfast sentry perches<br />
ready to call them homeLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-55573217646874401812016-03-13T12:26:00.003-07:002016-03-13T12:26:26.930-07:00A whisper of a kiss<br />
on the wings of a dream<br />
left me breathless<br />
waiting for your return<br />
and the promise of a<br />
real kiss<br />
<br />Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-65170397476126765992015-10-25T13:30:00.000-07:002015-10-25T13:30:07.650-07:00ReleasePink and blue globes<br />
Released with full hearts<br />
Ascending slowly at first<br />
Into the pure blue sky<br />
Ribbon tails fluttering behind<br />
Lifting our grief<br />
As they float ever higher<br />
They begin to race<br />
And bump together joyously<br />
Like children playing<br />
A lightness envelopes<br />
Peace alights<br />
Upon usLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-81421252035533640852015-02-15T16:45:00.002-07:002015-10-23T22:20:01.622-07:00Love is:Love is:<br />
the privilege<br />
to carry the seed of life<br />
for 38 weeks<br />
imagining his face<br />
feeling his movements<br />
his hiccups<br />
his kicks<br />
hearing his heartbeat<br />
seeing evidence of his growth<br />
in the expansion of<br />
your middle<br />
Love is:<br />
the excitement<br />
of preparing his place<br />
his crib<br />
his blanket<br />
his clothes<br />
Love is:<br />
the anticipation<br />
of his arrival<br />
his introduction<br />
to his brothers<br />
and sister<br />
Love is:<br />
bestowing him<br />
with Papa's name<br />
to carry his memory<br />
Love is:<br />
the pain<br />
of laying to rest<br />
that child<br />
that arrived without breath<br />
Love is:<br />
the strength<br />
to go on<br />
to live past<br />
the empty space<br />
he left behind<br />
Love is:<br />
the loving arms<br />
and prayers<br />
and thoughts<br />
of friends<br />
and loved ones<br />
who hold you upLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-38564963857943517782015-02-15T16:22:00.001-07:002015-02-15T16:22:12.936-07:00Spring Planting<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">
Seeds light as dust</div>
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Lifted on a whisper of wind</div>
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Carried like chaff</div>
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Worth more than gold</div>
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Heavy with promise<br />
of Hummingbird visits<br />
Riotous wildflowers<br />
Teased from the soil<br />
Lifted with sunshine<br />
Happy surprise</div>
Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-89870906198827345462015-02-15T16:06:00.001-07:002015-02-15T16:06:23.921-07:00Unbidden Grief<div class="_4_j7" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">
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Unexpected Grief descends upon us<br />
In the absence of a hearbeat<br />
It clouds our days in automatic movements.<br />
Unrelenting Grief lies heavy on the<br />
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continuously beating hearts<br />
of those of us trying to survive the Pain of it<br />
Tears sneak into our conversations<br />
and spill out at inopportune times<br />
when our hearts begin to thaw-<br />
trying to recover from the unforgettable<br />
Renting our hearts to tatters again<br />
with the unbidden images<br />
of a tiny grave<br />
ringed with flowers, family, friends<br />
sobbing for all that is lost<br />
with that Precious, tiny Life</div>
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Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-34174044834507694892015-02-15T15:59:00.001-07:002015-02-15T15:59:05.711-07:00Lost and Found MemoryA leftover red tube sock<br />
found at the bottom<br />
of the laundry hamper<br />
Smells of sadness<br />
and anger<br />
of things said<br />
and left unsaid<br />
Lost without its match<br />
Or chance of<br />
reconciliationLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-66361947694204575142015-02-15T15:54:00.003-07:002015-02-15T15:54:52.002-07:00SleepLaying down these bones<br />
to sleep<br />
Seeking warmth beneath<br />
flannel sheets<br />
A groan escapes<br />
the aches and pains<br />
At day's end<br />
awaiting sleep<br />
Morning wakes<br />
with faithful light<br />
Rise and stretch<br />
fill the day<br />
Then meet the night<br />
<br />Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-21489827389080755502015-02-15T15:51:00.001-07:002015-02-15T15:51:52.721-07:00ForgottenA leaning, sinking headstone<br />
Standing four foot tall<br />
Old and weather beaten<br />
No name left at all<br />
No one left to tend it<br />
No one left to care<br />
No one to remember<br />
Who was buried there<br />
<br />Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-2190142232610112402012-10-28T10:26:00.001-07:002012-10-28T10:27:13.674-07:00Kharma (No Laughing Matter)Making my way<br />
around school hallways<br />
I came face-to-face<br />
with a smallish boy<br />
"YOU SUCK!"<br />
flew out of his mouth<br />
and smacked me<br />
right in the heart.<br />
My only crime?<br />
I wore thick glasses. <br />
Years later...<br />
Kharma took his legs.<br />
Now <i>he</i> knows<br />
how it hurt.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-56920990732203118122012-10-28T10:19:00.004-07:002012-10-28T10:19:57.820-07:00A Shared ShelterA circle of women<br />
Huddled in the basement<br />
Shivering in the dampness<br />
Of a Tornado Warning<br />
<br />
Fat-fluffed Robin<br />
Blown into the window well<br />
Huddled against the windowpane<br />
Shivering in the driving rain<br />
<br />
All waiting out the stormLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-46886907356867435232012-10-28T10:04:00.000-07:002012-10-28T10:14:16.946-07:00Butterfly WingsBright red geraniums<br />
In the sun room<br />
Rescued from a 27 degree<br />
New York night<br />
Dropped 2 red petals<br />
On the carpet<br />
Clutched in a 2 year-old's fist<br />
Next morning<br />
A pot of butterfly wings<br />
In a small child's imagination<br />
Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-11159620932767648902012-06-17T09:50:00.005-07:002012-06-26T08:03:56.824-07:00The Memory of Fire (AKA: The Monument Fire, Father’s Day 2011)It dances along <br>
The ridges of dreams<br>
Rings the edges<br>
Of dinner plates<br>
Scorches throats of conversation<br>
It hides in summer’s<br>
Long-term memory<br>
And pops out<br>
In the weatherman’s<br>
Dry, high fire warning<br>
It is still fueled<br>
By winds of worry<br>
It’s devastation<br>
Still smolders<br>
In the ashes<br>
Of hearts<br>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-9123229407118758692010-07-10T10:20:00.000-07:002012-06-26T07:46:21.063-07:00My Brother's BirdfeederA new cedar birdfeeder<br />
made with love<br />
filled with songbird feed<br />
to attract the higher echelon of birds<br />
Breakfast on the porch<br />
hoping to glimpse <br />
their glory<br />
Only to be met with<br />
their shyness<br />
peeking from the opposite sideLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-45169192583714700642010-07-06T07:39:00.006-07:002012-06-26T07:59:00.035-07:00A Brother's LoveSeventeen years <br />Separate our births<br />A twenty year lapse<br />And 900 traveled miles<br />Across the desert<br />Reunited us<br />Brother in my Father's role<br />Stepped back into <br />My brother's role<br />Showered with gifts<br />Of his hands<br />Working with wood<br />Resurrecting my little <br />Rocking chair<br />And family stories<br />Entertaining and filling me<br />With treasured tales<br />Holding my brother's love<br />Close to heartLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-56647722446358278962010-05-23T08:11:00.002-07:002010-05-23T08:19:03.576-07:00Listening to the DawnAwake before <br />the house begins to stir<br />I let the dogs out<br />to chase the rabbits<br />and claim their yard<br />I listen as the <br />quail call to <br />neighboring coveys<br />shouting their joy<br />for the new day<br />a myriad of birdsong<br />sings a greeting<br />I listen <br />as the dawn<br />warms the mountains<br />and my soulLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-79411157889616296122010-05-16T12:54:00.002-07:002010-05-16T12:57:22.910-07:00Cat Under CoverCat under cover<br />Clawing at wiggling toes<br />Tail puffed up<br />Ready to play<br />Eyes wide<br />Mouth open<br />Pouncing on their preyLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-29396016289058778982010-05-16T12:52:00.001-07:002010-05-16T12:54:17.161-07:00Skinny DipA soft wind<br />licks the drips<br />and the moon<br />kisses our dewy skin<br />liberating us <br />from our warm-bath<br />skinny dip<br />under the twinkling starsLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-41369438564597845202010-05-15T08:09:00.001-07:002010-05-15T08:10:52.619-07:00Water Chaiku (4 lines, 4 syllables each)In Waddington<br />Water abounds<br />Fills up the soul<br />My refreshmentLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-65199912614159806052010-05-15T07:39:00.003-07:002010-05-15T08:03:13.462-07:00Morning ChoirSunbeams stream<br />Through our dreams<br />Tossing us back and forth<br />In our bed<br />While a chorus of cats<br />Sing outside our door<br />Red, White, and Blue<br />Paws reaching under<br />Begging for breakfastLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-8405444186197053962009-06-03T11:38:00.003-07:002009-06-03T11:43:48.834-07:00Alphabet & Duck SoupA dogfood fattened<br />White duck<br />Waddled into the Summer<br />I was a tall, skinny 11 or 12<br />With its interesting <br />Used-to-be owner boy<br />Who saw past my thick glasses<br />Visited occasionally<br />Checking on the duck<br />And me?<br /><br />Duck went to Busha's soup<br />That sent us hunting<br />Her fields and woods<br />Quacking<br />To no avail<br />Crying <br />To no avail<br /><br />Boy fell in the Alphabet soup<br />Of boys I sipped <br />And cried over their spilling<br />To no avail<br />On the splintered table<br />Of LifeLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-79377036408506279722009-04-26T16:48:00.000-07:002009-04-26T16:52:51.828-07:00Crooked in the BedWe lay crooked in the bed<br />Our bodies draped in and around<br />And over each other<br />Forming V’s and Y’s <br />With arms and legs<br />Accommodating 3 cats <br />who lay in U’s and O’s<br />between legs and feet<br />Purrrring their contentment<br />While we carefully <br />Lift legs around them<br />To find a leftover<br />Spot to sleep.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377077599185463748.post-64403425233068410892009-03-20T09:26:00.001-07:002009-04-26T16:47:20.438-07:00Country CemetaryIn a country cemetary on Erie Rd. down the street from where we grew up, our ancestors lie in sun-dappled shade. The headstones are clearly visible, graves are cleaned and well-kept. Familiar family names cut in stone herald our Polish heritage. As we wander through this peaceful little place, we wonder at their hardships, or their heartaches, their stories untold. The inscriptions and dates speak of a long lineage of a hearty people. Our people. No matter their stories, their blood flows through our veins. Our hearts quicken with the knowledge that although names change, time and distance separate us, we are still connected, and stronger because of it.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12629626377774525072noreply@blogger.com1