Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Old Comforts

Slipping into old comforts with my oldest friend.
Why do we wait for a disaster
to rebuild our life
to rekindle love
that long ago died

Why do we crave crisis
to look into the eyes of a lover
to state simply
I need help

Why does it take an anxious panic
to realize what we're fighting for
to know that it is worth fighting for
and it's ready to be saved

Why does it take two broken people
to fix what cannot be mended
to right what cannot be wronged
and find our way to each other

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Understanding Unlimitedness

Couched comfortably between long ago and neverness
Some moments are meant to be stuck in time
Untouched, like freshly formed dew
Undisturbed, on the veins of a champa leaf
Holding secrets of days and nights past

Beyond the reach of film, memory cards, and hard drives
These moments exist in a private dimension
Unhindered, by binaries and fiber optics
Undoing, all hurt and insult
Caused by the banality of these ordinary bounds

Resident recluses reside
In moments long gone by
Unfiltered, by crops, rotations, and tints
Unbiased, by a future unseen
And a past that could have been

Monday, April 27, 2015

A Handful of Hope

My heart is full of sadness
My head full of relief
My actions can be construed as callous
As I try to confront my grief

My feet tire of pacing
My nerves ache with worry
My eyes are dry, my ears ring
With the confusion I struggle to bury

My imagination breeds fear
My body can no longer cope
I need it now, the time is here
For a handful of hope

Sunday, April 26, 2015


No more words today
I am left slightly wordless
With no words in me

Words came, stayed, and went
In and out of me like sounds
I don't want to hear

Relief replaced fear
Though pain still beats steadily
No room for healing

Through pounding head and
Sleepless nights, I find myself
Utterly wordless

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Fry Daddy Delight

It's like a stuffed animal in your mouth
The syrup is excellent
It is better than what it was
Yogurt fixes everything

Friday, April 24, 2015

New Life Hopping

New life is hopping
As my children remind me
To stay young at heart

Today's haiku is inspired by my students running to me to show me this baby bunny outside our classroom!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Rainy Rishi

A rare afternoon tea

With friends can never be

Disappointing in the least

But when you add to that a feast

And a few delectable drops of rain

Smearing loudly on the window pane

It makes me feel light and downright mushy

All over a loving cup of Rishi!

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tree Teachings

A flurry of cotton candied pink
Whispers goodbye every evening
As I walk my final walk of the day
From classroom to car

Not merely rising victoriously on ends
Petals flutter from every branch
Ushering me to walk steadily from
My pace of work to my pace of rest

Wooden rest so inviting
Reminding of the chance
To sit, reflect, and hold soon
As it sits, reflects, and holds the tree

Renewed with spring
My feet guide, each evening
Away from expectations
Only to bring me back tomorrow morning

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

When Children Write Poetry

When children write poetry
Stories come to life
Words sing to remind-
There is more
Joy to be found
In this moment
Than all the wells of tears
In tomorrows and yesterdays.

When children write poetry
Setting sun
Glimmering snow
Home-bound birds
Blushing lilac
All dance with life
To songs yet to be written
And stories yet to be told.

Monday, April 20, 2015

At the end of a beginning

There at the end...
Can you find it?

Elusive yet magnificent -
does it see you
looking for it?

Can you see
how richly laden
it is with hope?

And just how
misleading it is
of an end
that has no beginning?

Sunday, April 19, 2015

A promise kept

I promise myself
To continue to love the feel
Of the nib of my pen
Gliding aimfully across
Arbitrary dotted green lines
Of my pages.

I promise myself
To hold that mirror
With steady hands
And look into those eyes
That lie, anger, and defeat
To find a glimmer of love
To pour onto those green lines.

I promise myself
To find words
To hold my heaving heart
At the end of a day
That didn't belong to me
But I'm ready to reclaim
With punctuation and poise on green lines.

I promise myself
A star of kindness
Of unexpected gratitude
Because gratitude is easily forgotten
In the heaviness of green lines
Spilling with complaints
Triumphs and recaps
Of a day preparing for slumber
Never to live again.

I promise myself
To burden green lines
With forgotten hopes
And truths
Only I will know
And never forget.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

My Empty Tear Box

Deep inside

Deep inside my left ventricle
I hide my tear box

I know

I know that tears live in my eyes
But these are special tears that I stow away in safety

This box

This box opens mostly involuntarily -
Opening and closing to a command my ears do not hear

So quiet

So quiet is this box in its opening and closing
I sometimes forget it beats deep within me

Slowly emptying

Slowly emptying its insides inside me
My box steadily becomes more empty

This box

This box of tears- salty, stale
Is mine and mine only

Friday, April 17, 2015

Little Treats

Life carries on without a fret
Of whether you are living yours
To the fullest or not

Too quick to hold in your hands
Too free to chain down with your dreams
Life lives independently

Too unpredictable to foresee
Too turbulent to settle into
Life lives uncertainly

Too tricky to trust
Too vast to learn
Life lives voraciously

Life can be so short
And still the longest thing you'll live
So make the best of it, with life's little treats

Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Keeper of the Fish

Our classroom fish tank cared for meticulously by a generous parent.
This poem is dedicated to you - you know who you are!
Colorful swimmers flitting near and far
Do you realize just how lucky you are?

Loved by children dearly and with heart,
but there's one who has mastered the art,
of caring for you with kindness and wisdom,
and she cares for you with a meticulous system.

Once a month your home is cleaned,
water is tested, and you are kinged and queened,
by your gentle care-taker who gives unconditionally,
so you may swim and scurry about blissfully.

She cares for fish as her father did,
and her love for fish, she bequeathed to her kid,
and on this difficult day, she gave to us,
her time and love without a fuss.

To this loving care-giver who gives our tank a buff,
I am so eternally grateful for this and more and can't thank you enough!

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Cloudy Conversations

Stated the cloud strong and loud,
"I have had enough!"

And with it let out a huff and a puff

Its straightening of shoulders precedes

A timid tremble that does no good but breeds

A loathing and fearful rumble

Making all cower and stupidly stumble

And with every pretentious huff and puff

I want to scream, "I, too, have had enough!"

But this cloud, it's too busy

Straightening its shoulders, puffing its chest

As it mulls its own weight over, doing its best

Only to soon meet its downfall in millions of raindrops

Leaving me alone to me and my thoughts.

I have had enough.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Animals and Children Tell the Truth

They Never Lie ~ Savage Garden
Dogs have a magnanimous magic 
they fill with you with love
that sometimes defies logic

Dog cuddles and dog licks
predictable prancing motions
impossible to resist

They never falter or fade
in their loyal love and trust
even when you are gone for many a day

Today I got the most special type of hug
low to the ground, from a Sealyham Terrier
delivered with puppy paws and love

Monday, April 13, 2015

A Room Full of Poets

Our morning rituals
that guide our entry
and our goodbyes
are many and yet few
My children know
how quiet reading sounds
how good morning hugs feel
how greetings in 17 languages sound
how unstacking chairs feels
and then we have this new ritual
just for this month
to especially reach in
find that poet in us
bring it out
hold it
stare into its glazed eyes
breathe life into it with our words
and write a poem each day
So I sit and watch my 16 poets
and I find that poet in me
confront her
hold her
stare in to her glazed eyes
and breathe life into her
with this poem.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Rainy Cravings

I love watching the rain
I can't decide if I like the smell, sound,
the sight of it most
Or the places it takes me and how it makes me want to curl up with garam chai and watch the sky darken
as wafts of wet earth soothe my insides with the embrace of a long lost love finally ready to hold me.
Is the rain as happy to see me? 

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Lotus Legacy

As the petals of this lotus rise
I watch as it steadies itself
Its base courageously in the ground
It rises to the top
Changing the entire pond
Never lonely, yet alone, it stands
In a valley of layered greens
It stands above all
Reminding me to be

Friday, April 10, 2015

A mazed

15 children and I
All seemingly lost
As we find ourselves
In circles and twists
That hold our conscience
Without complaint or hesitation
Just as long as we stay between
Neat rows of rocks
Reminding us of paths
That could be taken,
have been taken, 
and those yet to be crossed
All colliding in that very same place. 

Thursday, April 9, 2015

A clean embrace

There is a forgiveness
in standing below
the innocuous paleness
of a spring bloom

So unknowing
of its own
quiet doing
of which it knowingly repents

Leafy dances in shadows
harmonizing with twilight
their roots deep and hollow
and branches low and full

Wednesday, April 8, 2015


My first book
I didn't really read it till I was a teen
My sister
I always envied her dreamy cozy eyes lost in the unknown valleys of her book
My inability
I struggled to comprehend, to know
My love
I relished letters and words that punctuated my breath
My desire
I restlessly craved the lullaby of words
My frustration
I puzzled...why couldn't I read like my peers
My effort
I befriended a dictionary and devoured new sounds
My speed
I read short words for a long time
My joy
I found my self - wandering in the pages of a book
My surprise
I walked all the way to where the sidewalk ended
My excitement
I found a man who could fly
My arrival
And off I flew...far far away on the wordy wings of that first book.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Arboreal Haiku

It lay so alone
unaccustomed to all time
unaware of us

A stump so lonely
in bewitching solitude
rests there peacefully

I watch it glumly
thinking, what is its story
how did it get there

It watches me too
thinking, why is she staring
and is she lonely?

Monday, April 6, 2015

Fight for the Fairies

"and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead." ~J.M. Barrie

And every time a grown up
stops believing in a child-
every little shred of self
breaks into tiny shards,
and somewhere in that child
a little fairy of hope
drops dead.
Fragile as they may be,
children can be the
gentle outlines of a spring leaf,
stirring with stories from the winter
that it survived
and brimming with delight for summer
in which it thrives.
Our children are guarded by fairies
who envelope them in a delicate cloak
of love, day dreams, and assurance
being important guests in each child
as they guide, hold, and empower.
Us grown ups, we have a humbling chance
to fight for each of those fairies
fight for our children's dreams
fight for their right to believe in themselves

and no matter what, keep those fairies alive.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Lessons From A River

As the river runs
I try to keep up
Running alongside
I catch and lose my breath
My thoughts run with me
My feet too slow for the water
The river supports me...
keep going
rise above boulders
fall with grace and power
when at the edge of my path
The river teaches me...
rise and fall 
in frothy waves
breeding life where it first began
The river empowers me...
carry all my wisdom
hold all my fury and humility
The river reminds me...
mountain tops are my roots
oceans are my home
That I came from somewhere
I'm heading somewhere
and along the way
I will keep moving
and most crucially...

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Dopamine Dealer

White lying
Escape rooming
Excitement rising
Spirits haunting
Clues hiding
Actually cooperating
Puzzle solving
Experience challenging
Drawers opening
Time running
Hallelujah humming
Energy consuming
Earnestly engaging
Snarky remarking
Cranks (of the L.E.D. lanterns) whirring
Anxiety inducing
Pictures confusing
Exhilaration motivating
Record setting
Only playing
Obispo Bouldering
Mini Mystery-Hunting
Astounded code-cracking
Neurotransmitters pumping
Darkness blinding
Instant knowing
Time dwindling
Round robining
On timing
Keys playing
End emerging
Done solving!

Friday, April 3, 2015

The Disappearing Glass

Only a few moments are more dangerous
To all the voices - little and loud -
that doubt and question -
I'm listening and I'm learning to
believe in myself
and seeing the glass.
Empty or Full. 
more achingly troubling
than those when you stop believing in me

Staring into glasses that seem
neither empty nor full
but rather pointless in their being

These moments exist solely to slowly 
wear down my slightest sniffle of courage
and tear at my tattered shreds of self

Gazing at a reflection of myself
spewing self-hating, demeaning 
words you echo to make me lesser than I feel

Your voice that puts down, doubts
steadily murders the one I need to heed
and I'm left alone in my head with a defacing loud bully

These moments are dangerous, achingly troubling
but they flail in comparison to those
when I stop believing in me

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Rain's Icy Cousin

All day long I eagerly awaited
your untimely arrival.

I smelled you long before
you showered me with memories
of being enveloped in your cleansing hold.

The gentle sound of your approach
drives me hungrily and slowly and blissfully mad.

Sometimes you bring a friend with you.

Wafts of quiet breeze so precariously balanced,
teetering and ready to codeshift into their stormy other,
at the snap of a heavy cloud waiting to burst, trembling.

Today you brought your cold-hearted cousin,
shimmering with his every move,
mesmerizing all of us with his soft creamy exterior
and slippery icy chaos that he reigns all lands with.

Today, as you decided to leave and take with you
the smell of wet concrete and heavy air,
your icy cousin arrived uninvited,
I noticed blossoms hiding
and new life buried.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The Art of Perseverance

Follow up to The Art of Failure...I succeeded in tweaking the pattern on my own and am excited for boot number 1. Now onto trying to recreate the exact same boot for the other foot! The Art of Foreplanning has clearly not occurred to me.

Try I would
try I did
For it's said
in the yarned

complexity of threads
motions and patterns
that I garter
and stockinette, lies
such sincere simplicity
Several tries hence
pleased to say
it took some 
ingenuity and a 
bit of perseverance