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"headstands" poems
frozen coke family matters sack swing hugs at 822 Pine Avenue late nights pillow forts peach cobbler dessert at 822 Pine Avenue headstands and trampolines laughs a front porch swing at 822 Pine Avenue wives tales & mud pies at 822 Pine Avenue pecan tree bench beneath singing in her sleep at 822 Pine Avenue bird fountain and basketball net a ball needing air popsicle stains on shirts at 822 Pine Avenue mining for rocks down the alley papa's roof was ***** at 822 Pine Avenue birthday parties coconut pies drawing pictures in the front room at 822 Pine Avenue Geraldine stories flash light animals sleepovers with the twin beds pushed together at 822 Pine Avenue talking in her sleep frying me bacon to eat Sunday afternoon lunches At 822 Pine Avenue 1 husband 3 kids 7 grandchildren 13 great grandchildren at 822 Pine Avenue
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
822 Pine Avenue
Some days were easy and others were hard But I have always been by your side We have shared all of our highs and lows Witnessed countless tears you've cried Who we are is not who we once were I don't care, I'm still right here If you choose not to be friends Know I'll hold the memories dear Parts of what we used to have Are within the reach of our hands Take a moment and look back Remember us as kids, headstands We were meant to stay together forever If you feel like we should part Do not hesitate to come back home You always have a place in my heart
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Who We Are Is Not Who We Were
I used to take pride in my ability to stand on my head with my palms flat on the floor forming a triangle with my head or yoga style head cupped in my hands and forearms to elbows taking the weight I could kick up one leg following the other to come together and form a perfect column or I could tippy toe towards my trunk balance my knees on my jutting elbows lift my hips through ninety degrees then raise both legs skywards or I could tuck my knees in and unroll upwards like a punga* frond perfectly controlled powerful exultant I remember the feeling of triumph when I balanced there the soles of my feet visible to God my blood pounding and pooling in my head upside down against the world loving it *Punga- the New Zealand tree fern
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
when did I stop doing headstands
See infinity stop looking; freeze tag, slumber parties, best friends and looking for the stars. Finding “now” in headstands and long-distance running (and) different ways of saying things: five, seven, five, beating, drum, beating. Don’t worry, you can (still) be a wordsmith and (still) choose Your own adventure. Photophobia, _________, ________   ____________ ___________  ____________ ideas (stealing real estate) and no space left for this thought (to develop) (stay sharp) Don’t dull the senses; the light won’t help you see if your eyes are closed.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
Look up (renga for my mother)