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Why I Write

To say "I will not draw"
because Michelangelo lives 
next door
and is forever showing me
his drawings,
to say, "I will not paint" as
Monet is in his garden
and mixing colors 
for his next great work,
to say "I will not design 
a stitch"
because Edith Head
lives down the street
and is forever flaunting
her work in my face,
(To say, "I will not write"
because So-and-so's 
amazingness with language,
their nuances and phrasing
put me to shame,
and besides....look at those
to say all this
defies the God-breathed
seed inside of me--
the only me who can 
write what I see
through these eyes--
my voice, pouring out 
in words, my way,
not the only way, but a
facet of Him whose voice
began it all.  
I will write be-jeweled
lines to crown this life 
and leave it a better, 
more beautiful place.
That's why I write.
photo of Schlatter Chapel Window, WPC Portland by the Author

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It only takes a few blueberries
to purple the smoothie in my glass.
Begging to add to the blender
to lose that indigo hue--
           strawberries (darker)
           milk (lighter)
still leaves it purple-ish,
staining my teeth on the way down
and the sink when I'm all the way done.

How to keep the mix 
from such violet shades?
How to avoid the blending 
of dangerous fruit
coloring up my mind?
Next time, pass the produce aisle
and leave the staining salvos
in the basket by themselves.
Head straight to First Aid 
and look for tape, gauze and salve.
Start with healing
and buy band aids instead of berries.
This metaphor came to me on Friday night and I wasn't sure what it was all about. The next day I happened upon a Facebook post from a friend who'd been verbally betrayed behind her back. The parallel seemed to fit.  Funny timing.

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spent some time with the family recently. A lot of family....ever felt like this?
My train of thought
often veers off track
taking side journeys
to sights unknown.
I've jumped the rails,
freight cars airborne,
leaving passengers in 
my wake, schedules in hand,
confused, wondering--
did they miss the
whistle at the station--
'cause surely, girl, you are
miles ahead and gone....