Mary L. Holden

…for Judy and Wendy*

By Mizu basyo — Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25344517

Spaces made by
healths and cancers
contain odd truths —
complex answers.

Between aspects
of titrations
play solutions
and causations.

Attention to
what they dissect
must come apart
to reconnect.

Diagnosis
purports measure
in what is left
of life’s treasure.

*This poem is for two of…

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…even sleep doesn’t help

Thanks for the beginning of the… to geralt and Pixabay.com for the use of this image.

A stanza or
a paragraph?
Squeeze word lemons
to drink and laugh.

Champion the
atomic art:
small poetry
to finish start.

Those twists of breath —
sounds in a herd.
Some make good sense
yet sing absurd.

Beyond short poems
are manuscripts
that work me to
metastasis.

NOTE: “Don’t explain.”

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…in room 56 of the Quail Hollow building in a certain neck of the desert.

Photo by poet. Landscape and weather by God.

Rulers measure
millimeters.
Years calibrate
love’s repeaters.

It was then, on
life’s agenda
to be there — at
hacienda.

Birthday candles
signified it
whether glowing
or cold, unlit.

My tree of life
now grows new branch
from birth date spent
at desert ranch.

NOTE: I am in deep gratitude for every single year, every single person I’ve ever met, every person I’ve ever loved. It was one of the best day-of-birth celebrations I’ve ever had. Thank you, thank you, thank you…to all and everything…seen and unseen.

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How did The Dip get the upbeat SO right? They DIP!

Thanks to Muscat_Coach and pixabay.com for this image.

Here is a gift
a brand new song
if you’ve lost
a love…OK

Music Saves!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbNH8ijvnjA

NOTE: This is one of my all-time favorite groups. May you enjoy their talent, too. And I still have issues with the uploading of videos on YouTube. Why, why, why?

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Thanks to DanaEll and Pixabay: pixabay.com/photos/scotland-edinburgh-bagpipes-lore-983869/

O bag of pipes
O bag of pipes
your sounds come out
in stars and stripes.

It takes a breath
and a big squeeze
to bring our ears
down to our knees.

O dudelsack
O pipes and air
this instrument
is solitaire.

O dudelsack
O dudelsack
its music stirs
my maniac.

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image by cgabor from pixabay…thanks to both entities

Rest, silent books
in room of bed
and read yourselves
as light is shed

to enter that
veiled realm so deep
— unconsciousness —
a mental sweep.

Might dreams show up
…or muscle cramp…
that could require
the use of lamp?

Oh books! Each stands
and keeps to self
until awake —
removed from shelf.

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Mary L. Holden

Mary L. Holden

A constantly evaporating editor and writer. Believer in medium since 2013 when they made me wait for an invitation….