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Set to Square

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My Frigidaire’s in disrepair

the water’s leaking everywhere

My husband, well, he’s unaware

He’s napping in his underwear.

I tell myself, “do not despair.”

There must be food I can prepare

something fresh, a peach or pear?

Poor Fridge, it’s had it’s wear and tear

this in common, this we share

But I will act most debonair

when I wake up my sleeping bear

still with stance that’s set to square

and tell him he must fetch our fare

(“yes, now go and do your share”)

then waving just one hand in flair

I’ll sit upon my outdoor chair,

paint my nails with greater care

then catch a snooze mid-air.

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– C. Dennis-Willingham ©

 

painting by Kay Crain

(I love this piece of art)

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Be Open to the World

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The Birth of Venus

I wait for you to come out of your shell

for you to incubate and percolate

into your perfect self

The world is not always a scary place

Concentrate

Communicate

Fear will dissipate

You can become the Goddess of Love

Just open your gate

Make this your world to punctuate

And we will celebrate your glory.

 

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Meet Me Half Way

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Meet me half way.

 

Without compromise our heels will blister

our feet will tear, crack and falter

We will stumble and crumble

and the road will rise and swallow us whole.

The demons will tug on our insides

until nothing is left but slivers of ice

cold and unforgiving.

 

Meet me halfway

and the rocks and cactus needles will subside

the path will straighten

the surface will be shed of it’s splinters

the shards of glass will dissolve into sand.

 

Meet me halfway

and together we will weather

each strenuous road

as we take turns carrying cargo too heavy for one.

 

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A Quilted Journey

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In every fabric of my soul

where fibers weave and thread

where stitching seems quite flawless

there are stains from when I bled

 

Ah, but isn’t it quite marvelous

to know this quilt  has tracked

all my strains and struggles

yet I still remain intact.

 

Yes, I still remain intact.

 

— by C. Dennis-Willingham

 

photo image – quilt of Maya Angelou made by Faith Ringgold

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Thank You, Yes, I’m Fine

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Is my hair in little tangles

Do I laugh when I recline

Do I make my paintings messy?

Then, thank you, yes, I’m fine.

 

Do I lose my rhythm dancing

on a silvery cloud nine

and laugh since it don’t matter

if you laugh at my benign?

 

When I forget to wear the “good”shoes

where in fancy restaurant, dine

Can’t I let my toes be happy

while indulging my waistline?

 

Will you think of me uncouth if,

preferring the bus line,

I talk to random strangers

than the snobby, asinine?

 

Somewhere in the midst of fake

I have to draw the line

and teeter not upon it

but erect in my design.

 

And, thank you, yes, I’m fine.

 

Image credit, painting by Angela Morgan

 

 

 

 

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Ah, Those Mentors Who Have Not Been Touched by the Absolute

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I decided to look up one of my favorite words along with my favorite poet. Here’s what I got:

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What? Emily Dickinson hasn’t posted anything within 14 days??

And then I thought of how we rekindle our own imaginations – through the eyes of children, of course.

Then, I thought of Shel Silverstein.

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But this is my all-time favorite:

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And, by the way – Just because Emily hasn’t posted in a while doesn’t mean she’s not alive.

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What If and Why Not?

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Befuddled, bewildered and baffled am I

to think that my house cannot live in the sky

I’d open my windows each morning at dawn

and wave to the birds as they proudly flap on

I’d puff up the clouds that create my front yard

and bend my own rainbow to hang as my guard

At night I would juggle and play with the stars

then tuck them in safely in soft layered jars

Now, as i look up, I don’t understand

why my house it must always be glued to the land.

 

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Inclusiveness Doesn’t Need a Permit

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WE CAN ALL GET ALONG

 

Come in the house, little mouse

I have a muffin just for you

it’s made with chocolate drops

and lollipops

quite yummy once you chew

 

Come in the house little cat

and be nice to little mouse

get to know her

you’ll adore her

besides, it is MY house

 

Come in the house, little fox

lick the ice cream I have made

It’s purple pink

and good, I think

It’s served with lemonade

 

Come in the house, little bunny

don’t be scared of little fox

have good sense

and confidence

and listen when he talks

 

Now, isn’t this just lovely

how we all can get along?

it doesn’t take

much food to make

to know we all belong.

 

© C. Dennis-Willingham

Edited version of my WIP children’s book

 

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