Archive for ‘Alanna’

November 22, 2017

A Poem for Thanksgiving 2017

by Alanna

dinner-1060352_1280Come in and have a seat at the table

Ye pilgrims of life

Leave the troubles of the world and your worries

At the door like soiled shoes

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November 17, 2017

Old Dog

by Alanna

Dougie at Beach

Twelve years of observation

and you know my moods and intentions

without a word being spoken

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November 10, 2017

A Veteran Remembered

by Alanna


Dad Air Force

Bruce Pass, US air force circa 1943


What was it like?

I should have asked

You tucked in the tail of a B-24 bomber

A machine gun your only company

Flying in formation at night

Above the restless waters of the Pacific

And foreign lands

Not knowing what the dark skies would bring

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November 5, 2017

There is No Word For Art

by Alanna

IMG_1345-001There is no word for art in their language

It is infused in the fabric of their culture

Adorning their bodies and homes

With sacred symbols

On baskets, clothing, totems, rocks

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October 29, 2017


by Alanna


I bit into the apple

A burst of spring rain

and an explosion of blossoms

filled my mouth

I tasted the footprints of honeybees

long summer days

and the brightness of the autumn sun.


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October 17, 2017


by Alanna

robin-2506274_1920I had to let him go

Like the mother robin

Crowded with her noisy young

In the disheveled nest of twigs overhanging the patio door

Whose scruffy chicks were there one day

Then gone the next

Never to return

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October 8, 2017

There is Still Beauty in This World

by Alanna

There is Still Beauty in This World

IMG_1585Seek it in the wild forests

Where the only news you will hear

Are the songs of birds

And the chatter of chipmunks

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October 1, 2017


by Alanna

My therapist  my pencil

My journal my couch

My appointment every morning upon waking

In the thicket

Of rumpled sheets, blankets, and pillows of my bed

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September 24, 2017

Oregon Summer 2017

by Alanna

The summer left Oregon in haste

Like an old friend that paid a visit

Then had a falling out

The rains of autumn quickly came to take her place

Quenching the land’s thirst with violent downpours

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September 17, 2017

The Crows Come at Sunset

by Alanna


From all corners of the sky

Black silhouettes winging together as a noisy flock

On their way to their secret destination

Which I long to know

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August 28, 2017

50th Anniversary

by Alanna

Photo by the author

It was post war

I mean the second World War

My white generation made its appearance

With the “Leave it to Beaver” show & Betty Crocker

We were entertained by black & white TV

Glued to the Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday evenings

While eating red jello for dessert

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August 22, 2017


by Alanna

Photo by K. Russell

The sun & the moon

met each other in the freshness of an August morning

and as they embraced, the sun smiled brightly

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August 20, 2017


by Alanna



Photo by Pixabay


I awoke in the middle of a flower

To a world of pink petals

And saffron yellow,

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August 16, 2017

We Have a Choice

by Alanna


Shut off the news

and choose beauty

Let a song well up in your throat

and fill the air

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August 10, 2017

’63 VW

by Alanna

I have the heart & soul

of a ’63 VW Bug

In my youth

A steady warrior of the road

But now

A purring antiquity

That prefers the slow lane

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August 9, 2017


by Alanna

snake-2082037_1920The opposite of courage

The backside of love & creativity

Its tendrils approach from behind

Silently wrapping themselves around your neck

Until you are paralyzed

Suffocating in its sticky web

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July 29, 2017

Dancing Alone

by Alanna

My muse lost me

Or did I lose her?

I turn around and she is gone

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July 25, 2017

Write Me

by Alanna



photo by pixabay

The poem tugged on my apron strings

Begging for attention

When I ignored it

It crept into the kitchen of my mind

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July 22, 2017


by Alanna

If I had a burrow

I would crawl into it

Make a bed of soft moss

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July 20, 2017


by Alanna

I was on my way to my studio

When dust bunnies began biting my ankles

Mold in the bathroom started to whine

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July 17, 2017


by Alanna

You are too sensitive

My mother says to my 10 year-old-self

I look at her quizzically, confused.

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July 12, 2017


by Alanna

When I  opened the door

It was like revisiting a book I had set aside

Trying to remember the plot and the main character,

Myself, and my part in the story

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July 3, 2017


by Alanna

It all started with an idea 


to a penciled entry on my calendar

Later changing to ink.

As the date drew closer and closer

Loose ends started appearing everywhere

Coming out of crevices

I didn’t know existed.

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May 29, 2017

First Migration

by Alanna



A sliver of a moon

Shimmered off my left shoulder

As we pumped our wings

Rhythmically, silently

Through the darkness of the frigid night.

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May 26, 2017


by Alanna

“Are we almost there yet?”1309f33c20927d222859100d29bb9db5

I whined to my parents as we motored down seemingly endless highways

punctuated with Burma-Shave signs,jack44

Jumbo Orange stands and other odd roadside attractions.

We traveled to the pace of a ’56 Chevy Station wagon

two-toned Red & White

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