i am only beginning to understand
the overwhelming need of sharing
the desire of together
and yet
there is the fear
the fear of the other person
i wonder
if most disfunction that we perceive
in ourself and others
is not in the desire
as much as it is
in the fear
Author Archives: nancy marie davis
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love note
pages of a book
being turned by the wind
long dead grass
damp and bending
tender blackberries
dropping into my hand
a summer ending
bees hungry
sometimes
heartache feels good
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Love
the unexpected
comes out of the expected
life out of death
revelation
out of the ordinary
within the day to day
exchange of conversation
God’s golden breath of light
whispers
“I am here”
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simply
don’t measure up
meet halfway
arranged
imperfect beauty
like a bouquet of twisted zinnias
all together
an unpretentious display
of grace
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august
fire and weed
a burning splendor
erasing sameness
a ceremony
of heartbeat and heat
licking sweat from my lips
picking words from my tongue
the season is ripe
with the sun
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sunset
sky
august
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guitar lessons
are now on wednesday
instead of tuesday
i made the orthodontist
appointment for tuesday
instead of wednesday
a book is in at the library
ready for pick-up
i need to mail a bill
and scrape paint
then repaint on the house
and the wood needs to be stacked
and cj needs driving hours
and i am to pick-up someone
at the airport this morning
oh
hazy
crazy
lazy days of summer
where did you go?
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radiant
a comet in orbit
his tail he shakes
leaving a trail of stardust
in his wake
before dawn
meteors fly
caught in view
by the naked eye
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for Percy the stardust doggie
pacific evening
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✯ pacific ✜ (adj.) 1540s, “tending to make peace,” from M.Fr. pacifique, from L. pacificus “peaceful”
peace-making,” from pax (gen. pacis) “peace” + root of facere “to make.”
Meaning “peaceful, calm” is first recorded 1630s.
Pacifical is from mid-15c. Related: Pacifically.
✯ Pacific Ocean ✜ 1660, from M.L. Pacificum, neut. of L. pacificus; so called c.1500 by Magellan
when he sailed into it and found it calmer than the stormy Atlantic.
Friday Photo . by N Davis Rosback . taken August 8, 2012
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the poetry of stolen words
There are times when we are overcome
I sing me song
in happiness, in kindness
I have known the promise
I immediately plunked down a dollar to buy it
a beautiful old fired clay jar
over the years that I admired
a temporary statement
I’ve waited for a long time
hanging on words
as if they were living things
be watchful for signs
a good sign
Eventually it all ends up neatly arranged
on white plastic tables in a driveway.
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buzz
dog lesson








