Force of Nature

The self-proclaimed matriarch deigned to hold sway

though the mothers before her had not yet passed away.

A whitewater rapid propelled toward the sea,

A true force of nature, one might (quietly) say.

The matriarch’s offspring like eddies were spun.

In fast-swirling waters to slick boulders they clung.

Two generations deeper the river was carved.

“A true tour de force!” might have (loudly) been sung.

The matriarch lived a great-grandchild to see.

Still white-capped, less rapid, still bound for the sea.

A force to be reckoned with up to her last breath,

then the matriarch’s mantle was passed down to me.

My waters run smoother, though the currents run strong,

and the offspring of offspring with my blessings flow on.

As to my own reckoning, may I kindly be seen

as a force (mostly) for good, when the mantle moves on.


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UFO: Unorganized Fleeting preOccupation

where have they gone?

why were they here?

when did they leave, or

do they linger near?

what were they seeking,

or did they come to show?

who did they encounter

before they had to go?

I search heavenward, perhaps

some day to know.



dVerse quadrille: “go”

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Weekend Wildcard: deck update

I was looking back on previous posts on this site, and came across the horrendous photos I’d shared a few years ago of my rotting deck. Well, the photos weren’t really horrendous, I guess; the deck was.

I had written about how I could drive a pitchfork through the deck boards, how I wanted to coax another season out of the rotting boards by removing the most dangerous ones, and repainting the remainder with the decade-old sealer that I had stored from the last time I had done any work on the deck. And then the sealer had mostly washed away in an unexpected rain squall that came through just minutes after completing the paint job.

Well, I’m happy to report that this past summer, I actually replaced the deck!

Ripping up the old deck was every bit as fulfilling as I had expected. Demolition is fun when it’s intentional! The deck boards had been nailed to humongous creosote-soaked beams 12 feet long and with a diameter of 36 inches.  Seven of them. Six and a half, actually, since I had already removed half of one beam that had rotted clear through.

The hardest part was moving those beams out of the way, which I managed a few tedious inches at a time with a shovel and some boards to slide them on. Then I set about constructing my new deck.

The new deck is half the size of the old one. I built it using a plan I found online. It’s nothing fancy, just a 12’ x 12’ square. This spring or summer I will seal it (with new sealer, not something that’s been sitting around for years – gotta protect my investment).  

I can’t wait to spend time on my new deck once the weather moderates. And I can’t describe how immensely satisfying it is to look out my window and see my own handiwork rather than the dilapidated structure it replaces. Simple pleasures, I guess.

I’m still working out what to do with the old beams. I might use them to replace other creosote-laden railroad ties that were used around the property as retaining walls. My next big project, perhaps. A few inches at a time.

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on ice

The early bud gets the storm.

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rainflops

gurgling downspout

serenades my sleepless night

I long for crickets

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late harvest

Sunday school teacher

white-haired and diminutive

lessons lost on youth.

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inaugural

First fire, then calm hues.

Look to the sunrise this day.

Hope dawns for us all.

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downpour

thunderbolt black sky

lightning flash flood waters rise

tears fall from on high

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Imposter?

Okay, I’m giving this another shot…

I have a hate — hate relationship with the new WordPress Editor. Seems everything looks fine when I post something, but when it goes out to email subscribers, it ends up a mess. This is attempt two to see if I got the spacing right. Sorry for doubling up on your inboxes.

If there are any WordPress aces out there, maybe you can school me in how to get verse to show up correctly without double-spaced lines, and without losing all formatting when sent out to subscribers. Arrrgh!

My thoughts
skip across the surface of
a densely overgrown pond,
then vanish – plop! –
beneath the surface
as ripples flee the scene.

Your thoughts
search the shadowed depths of
ancient wells, then reemerge
glistening with brilliance and
shedding droplets of sagacity
to quench the thirsts of all who imbibe.

I think
if I ever came across one of these
wells of wisdom, I’d likely
stumble right in and be lost
forever, a speck of irrelevance
in a pool of adults.

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Imposter Syndrome

My thoughts
skip across the surface of
a densely overgrown pond,
then vanish – plop! –
beneath the surface
as ripples flee the scene.

Your thoughts
search the shadowed depths of
ancient wells, then reemerge
glistening with brilliance and
shedding droplets of sagacity
to quench the thirsts of all who imbibe.

I think
if I ever came across one of these
wells of wisdom, I’d likely 
stumble right in and be lost
forever, a speck of irrelevance 
in a pool of adults.

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