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 Nov 2020 Jen
Mrs Timetable
Heartbroken
To see hundreds of years
Uprooted and thrown
To the ground
Broken
Destroyed
A wicked wind
So violent
It took out the young
Newly rooted
The ancient
The massive
Weak from drought
Majestic and still
Laying on their sides
Looking imposing
Root history exposed
For all to see
For me
An honor
To witness
Laying there
Respecting more now
Than when you were born
You did make a name
Appreciating now
You weren't only a tree
96 MPH winds took out an incredible amount of trees this past week. I've never looked at these trees like I did this week.  Not to mention the power of the wind.  Massive trees uprooted and knocked down. It was death. And it was heartbreaking.
 Nov 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma

Blessings of words
Arrived in a parcel of dreams
Best dressed

Fearlessly facing fears
Riveting heights
Rungs of the ladder, uneven
Ancient lamp lit, climb through the dark

Rivers and sky
A world in between
Swimming, hoping to fly
Beyond the crest

Reaping not rusting
Into the last harvest
Forever foraging, the wild within
Wilderness alive

Gratitude laden fragrance
Never ever to bottle the essence
In the world of words
Living wild and free



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there is a question here
as to whether to make

the tea before or after

or in between

choosing the latter option
we pause a while
switch on the hot
water heater then

go downstairs
boil the water

choose the tea bag
cojoined

to be separated

put on the music
place the caddy

back on the shelf

black it is and
shiny

the cats here fight too
daily

i intervene where I can
hope one day they become

friends

james

i am still furloughed this month
change to seasonal in november
with holiday pay due
due back next spring

some winter time ahead
 Nov 2020 Jen
Caitlin
Untitled
 Nov 2020 Jen
Caitlin
We’re born half formed
From jumbled DNA
Mailable and morphing
Like unhardened clay

We bend but we break
We stretch until we crack

We’re flexible and pliable
Until we’re rigid in our tract
 Nov 2020 Jen
makeloveandtea
sat in an
empty ***
of dry soil,
the wildflowers
have been
singing to me
all afternoon.
warm cups
of coffee
were made
again and
again in
this home
and we
laughed
at words
spoken in
silly ways.
quietly, as
the forks
napped with
the spoons,
the grey-blue
sky burst
into a deep
magenta.
a poem
was made,
and the
neighbour's
dog was
comforted
by a
familiar
face.
as the
butter
slowly,
deliciously
melted in
the pan
in our
small
kitchen,
a very
ordinary
life
went on
to bring
brilliant
joy.
the
wildflowers
sang;
we had
coffee
again.
 Nov 2020 Jen
makeloveandtea
the wild waters
of this ocean
are taking me
everywhere;
but there's an
agreement to
be on the shore
an agreement to
be on the shore
an agreement
to be on
the shore
again.
 Nov 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma

Along with the morning mists
The tender leaves gently  uncurl
Soak in the first rays of the Sun
Listen closely to the dew
And its translucent views
Up in the mists
Rolls the voice of the soul
Behold


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