Archive for ‘Alanna’

March 15, 2020

Starting Fresh

by Alanna


monalisa-4893660_1920Beyond the scope of our perceptions

They live, thrive even


The precursors of life 

That once rose out of primordial goo

Giving rise to our modern-day selves

In the span of millennia


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January 1, 2020

A Toast for One One Twenty Twenty

by Alanna

Image by Alanna Pass

It’s the season of new

the Earth has spun through the heavens

and arrived at the place we call the beginning

a bookmark we humans have put in the order of things

the New Year, the first day of the first month of the 20th year of the second decade of the 21st century

All is new, yet all the same

a cycle in the continuum of millennia

yet a comfort that we have a fresh start in our minds


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December 9, 2019


by Alanna
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How can I help fill your final days

Of your precious life with beauty?

May we laugh or cry together

sharing memories?

Or should we create more?

May I help you write your stories

And poems to those you leave behind?

So you may say to the world

I lived, I was here

If nothing else

I am here

I am here

to listen


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October 31, 2019

Putting the Garden to Bed

by Alanna

Under an intense blue sky

My garden disappears

With each whack of the machete

As I work I discover monstrous cucumbers

Submerged in dying vines like green submarines

And overlooked onions hiding below the straw

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September 24, 2019

Beautiful Failures

by Alanna

white-1217108_1920They are the cracked

The not quite right

Products of my hands

And soul

Victims of experimentation

Poor judgment

Or forces beyond my understanding

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August 25, 2019

In Praise of Bumblebees

by Alanna

sandy-millar-vhRwpRRQbd0-unsplashThey probe dreamily in the center

Of pie sized yellow flowers that nod towards the east

Keeping me company

As I work in the garden


These tiny winged beasts do their work

Heads up down, up down

Placing in precision their needle-like proboscises

In a sea of stamen and pistil

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August 18, 2019

Poem of a Different Feather

by Alanna

A cup of steaming tea in hand

From my padded perch with propped up pillows

I gaze out the bay window

Observing morning activity at the feeder


Among the usual finches, chickadees, & nuthatches

dsc01591-1-e1566161223394Unusual activity catches my eye

A petite junco carefully feeds seeds to a juvenile robin

Three times its size


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July 14, 2019

Missing Out

by Alanna


You missed out on all the music

Yes, but did you see the patterns of clouds dancing overhead?

You missed out on all the fun

Yes, but did you see the swallows dart about in the evening sky?

The spotted horse grazing peacefully in the paddock?

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May 27, 2019

In Every Seed a Promise

by Alanna

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Tucked into a tiny package

Waiting to unfurl its cotyledons

Up in the sunlight

From the depths of fertile ground

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May 19, 2019

Dear Universe

by Alanna

The rhododendrons by my bedroom window

have burst open

globulous booms of bright magenta

glowing against gray skies

of these rainy May days.

Birds are busy about the feeder

occasionally lit up by the fiery orange plumage

of the grosbeaks, who have arrived

from their homes to the South.

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April 24, 2019

April 23

by Alanna

IMG_2039The Earth continues to give

And we take away…


Have you thanked the trees

For the house where you stay

And noticed the birds

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April 9, 2019

It’s Not About the Art

by Alanna

easels-372847_1920It’s not about the art

It’s about taking lines for a walk

Splashing in puddles of colors

And playing musical chairs with forms

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March 11, 2019

Sole Mates

by Alanna


We were like two broken-in shoes

Looking for mates

Among a jumble of other used shoes

On a crowded thrift store shelf

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February 25, 2019

The Rains Came

by Alanna

rain-2362871_1920The Rains Came

And the humans complained

But not the Earth who soaked the sky water deep into all its pores

Nor the trees who quenched their thirst in grateful gulps from deep roots

Nor the spring bulbs gathering strength for their dazzling displays

Nor the deer hungry for tender green grass

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January 19, 2019

You Are Gone Now

by Alanna

mary-oliver-by-don-usner-200x200_bwYou are gone now

but still, I dwell in your forest of poems

and sit by the streams of your verse

finding sanctuary

May you rest in peace

Mary Oliver.

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January 6, 2019

Take Your Earbuds Out

by Alanna


Take Your Earbuds Out

I am talking to you

Let me see your eyes

I am a human

Trying to connect with you

Another human


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December 17, 2018


by Alanna

You know, make a splash


With Google Analytics


Get followers


Boost sales on Etsy


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December 3, 2018

A Festival of Light

by Alanna

Let the light of who you truly are

Shine bright

And may the world

Embrace you


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November 25, 2018


by Alanna


There is an awkward transition

From dreamtime

To wakefulness

Where the nightly journey in my subconciusis

Is interrupted when my eyes open with the morning light

I was on the loose in the netherworld of experiences and imagery

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November 18, 2018


by Alanna


Dead Line

Sprawled flat in your path

Like giant road kill

Small, undetectable from a distance

Looming larger and larger

Until its great heaving, behemoth body

Brings you to your knees begging

For mercy between pathetic sobs

And muttered excuses

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November 14, 2018


by Alanna


Name, address, telephone number


Index finger poised I scroll down the years




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October 28, 2018

Autumn Greetings

by Alanna

tee-1698288_1920Goodbye garden

Goodbye bugs and bees

Goodbye hot weather

Farewell weeding

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September 18, 2018


by Alanna


Rocks stacked upon rocks


Stone sentinals

Marking the way

When the path is unclear


The Inuits have a name for them


Theirs with heads, arms, legs

Human forms

Beckoning landmarks on the stark tundra

When the frozen landscape

Has nothing more to offer


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September 2, 2018


by Alanna

I should wake up earlier

Be more organized

Quit wasting time

Write more

Be more creative

Be more focused

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August 21, 2018

I’m in it Now

by Alanna


I’m in it now

An occasional place

Contained, devoid of mental challenge

But really quite comfortable

And very safe

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July 31, 2018

I Know a Place

by Alanna

IMG_0893I Know a Place

Where the flesh and bones of the earth

Are laid bare

Rippled muscles of relief

Carved by centuries of thunderstorms

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July 16, 2018

The River Called to Me

by Alanna

The river called to me

With a voice born out of eternity

Fluent in all languages



By my sparkling water

A silver ribbon in a dark forest.

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July 12, 2018


by Alanna


It’s there

Sometimes buried under piles of laundry

Or dirty dishes

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