Archive for ‘Alanna’

February 19, 2018

Cartwheels on Couch

by Alanna

sochi-2014-262248_1920When I watch them on TV

in my warm house

those athletes a world away

flying through the air

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February 15, 2018

I Miss Rotary Phones

by Alanna

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I miss rotary phones

the kind where you put your finger in the hole of the dial

rotating it clockwise until it stopped

then releasing it to get a satisfying

click , click, click as it unwound

taking up to several seconds per number

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February 11, 2018

Stray Cats on Porch

by Alanna

IMG_0037They come in the night

Wild-eyed, wary belonging to no one

caught in the netherworld

of feral and domestic

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February 3, 2018

Farmhouse

by Alanna

kitchen4I have no granite countertops

nor hardwood floors

an old white electric range

and a portable dishwasher

do the cooking and the dishes

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January 27, 2018

Butterflies

by Alanna

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“You could sell those”

a familiar phrase

then watch my passion

turn to drudgery

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January 17, 2018

Shoe Boxes

by Alanna

When I die he will find them

Decades of my life

Stored in shoe boxes upstairs

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January 14, 2018

Bird Feeder

by Alanna

bird-2729982_1920The Chickadee stated its presence in the branches above

“Chicka-dee-dee-dee”

“Chicka-dee-dee-dee”

Impatient

I fill the old mossy wooden feeder that hangs from a tree limb

With an abundance of shiny, black, sunflower seeds

From the  bucket hanging on my arm.

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January 7, 2018

Lap Swim

by Alanna

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Lost in a fluid world

Bubbles of air

Stream past my ears

 

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January 1, 2018

Farewell 2017

by Alanna

cat-2504739_1920The year 2017 slunk away

Like stray cat that lost a fight

Leaving bloody tracks and tufts of fur

In its wake

 

The flood waters have receded

Fires still burn to the south

Refugees across the globe pray for safety

The homeless seek shelter

And the men still beat their chests in Washington

Shouting over truth

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December 30, 2017

On This Last Eve

by Alanna

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On This Last Eve

There are no more squares to fill

Nor pages to turn

Nothing can be changed

But how we act tomorrow

And how we think about the past.

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December 21, 2017

The Longest Night

by Alanna

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The pages turned

one by one

and we’ve arrived at the end again

to the longest night, the chill of December

finding its way through our thick clothing.

 

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December 19, 2017

YES

by Alanna

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I just said

YES

Wild hairs sprouted

I chose to tend them

Now I have flowers.

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December 16, 2017

A TREE MEMORY

by Alanna

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The fire burned hot

the memories of the stately tree wafting skyward

up through the chimney

to eternity

A century of shade and thousands of nuts

gathered by humans, squirrels & birds

is no longer

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December 10, 2017

CONCERT

by Alanna

Alto

Third row

Middle

Practice behind me

Audience before me

The piano preludes

The conductor cues

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November 27, 2017

Hands in Clay

by Alanna

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When my hands touch clay

I lose myself

Deep in the soft, smooth sensation of mud

Sliding between my fingers

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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

Apple

by Alanna

APPLE

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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photo courtesy Pixabay

as also seen on byalannapass.com

October 17, 2017

Robin

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

Session

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

THE CROWS COME AT SUNSET

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
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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

Ecliptica

by Alanna
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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

Nectar

by Alanna

 

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Photo by Pixabay




 

I awoke in the middle of a flower

To a world of pink petals

And saffron yellow,

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