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In these pages you will find my original works of poetry.

I also blog about my life. Common topics include: parenting, gardening, cooking, baking, cleaning, decorating, designing, remodeling, mixed martial arts, current affairs, and of course my current work in progress.

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Pieces of you and me

I see myself as I was... as I began. You are me... back then. I am you... now. Is there one, is there two, is there three of us? At times, confused by the trembling voices. No longer afraid to feel your sadness. Where there was once a picture there is empty space. A bare table... only chipped wood and faded paint remain. The photo gone... misplaced. It reminds me of a time when night after night shouts led to nothing and I wasn't sure which was worse. Now I know it's the noth

What's in the garden?

This garden borders the left side of the backyard. It buffers the fence that is shared with my sweet neighbors. I started to the work on this bed about 6 years ago when we planted a young flowering Pear tree (ornamental) and a young Purple Leaf Filbert (hazelnut) tree. Two years ago, in the fall, I began measuring and digging for a bed to include the 2 trees and allow for plants as well. Each spring and fall I have planted 2-4 shrubs and it is still a work in progress. Specia

How can I know?

I dare not think I know at all. How can I know? I am just a passing glance. I know a bit about a windy day, but what are rustles but a giggle as the wind breezes through? I know of bees and pollination, but the buzzing bee may talk of crops and I just can't understand. The blinking stars may hide cities from afar. How can I know? I know biology and how life is made, yet fingers and toes create from nothing in a goddess's form. How can I know? The mysteries abound and everywhe

A Mess of Words

Truth lies hidden, buried with the dead The essence of our living, written but not read When you stop to listen do you hear the anger and the pain? And when you close your eyes do you see the devil reign? The oceans lap up, reaching for the moon Reflecting each other, creating a cocoon An oval mess of colors and souls' burdens as they cry Trapped in between the waters and the sky In every corner, shadows slink about and creep Sinking in cold darkness, we pass by and t

Adventure

Not sure But, it feels like I'm flying. Smiling. Twirling. Perhaps I'm falling. Pry my eyes open. Gotta watch This drug. It can be potent. Duck my head. From all these heavy Rocks and stones Falling from fearful Open skies. I have Eyes In the back Of my head. But, up ahead All is dark. I'm blindfolded In the front. But, I can see behind me just fine. My unwavering past Trailing, Sleeking, Never leaving Me. Am I alone here? I can't stop Walking on. But, I control myself. I am

Books and Poetry by Michelle O.