A Penny
A tiny penny is a wish
I am a tiny penny
a dream piece of the stars
a flicker of time
a fleck of dust
a sparkle in a young child’s eyes
a bruise you felt on your knees
a handprint in the sand
a mark on your car
a grain of salt in your teeth
a rush of delight on the first day of Spring
a feeling of regret as the year has passed you by
a line from the panties you just had on
a tiny penny in a fountain
Hazard, Kentucky’s up on blocks
Coal’s everywhere, coal’s staining their socks
The swollen river North Fork rolling through the cracks
Headed on to Whitesburg, crossing RR tracks
The Sun’s gone down and I’m filled with doubt
that most’a those people there’ll ever get out
No news here in this part of the world
about the lives and the deaths of miners all burled
up in this river valley between tall hills
filled with coal and a history of chills
Driving in the driving rain
floods filling up the Indiana plains
It’s been raining since we left Kansas
and I seem to have forgotten where my house is
On all these roads
I keep on learning more I didn’t know
All these trails seem to lead to somewhere
In all these dreams
I keep holding on to something like feels like snow
Melts, soon as it caresses my hair
Fill’er up and hunker down
shut yo mouth, don’t make a sound
windows are all closed and tight
A winding path through the long, dark night
I’m burning up and cold as ice
some days I’m on fire
she’s thirsty to know it all
then choking on the truth
If I’m driving I’m in control
if I let go, well, soon enough I’ll know.
Soon enough I’ll know.
MUSIC VIDEO SOON TO COME, SLAKFAC and Dusty Brakes in a reunion near you.
Today there was talk about blessings and I put in my two cents, since really our opportunities could be considered blessings, but also the fact that we’re here at all could be considered one too. In thinking of this, here is my poem for today:
As I sleep in a warm, soft bed, entangled within the legs and arms of my loved one
a blessing sweeps over me, a feeling of great divinity.
As I walk into a dangerous situation, knowing I may be arrested or even killed, fighting for equal rights,
a blessing sweeps over me, a feeling of great divinity
It gives me pause, to think those two moments can give me the same divine realization.
I pray for love and courage to be realized every day, every moment, for every one in their situations.
To realize we are a unit, not a cluster of individuals – Make your eyes see one big Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Whoopie who We could be!
Sliding into the waves you see?
We could change the way We treat We!
I am forgiven, myself, forgiving myself
For some things take longer to accomplish than the patience within me allows
My judgement is suspended for I said I’d write a poem a day.
The last one was 2 days ago and I refuse to feel remorse.
A while ago I would have riddled myself with guilt and poured on feelings of inadequacy,
but because I’ve given myself room to be imperfect,
my imperfections feel more right, they are okay, they make me smile versus frown.
My dreams realized may be just the life I live – in the moments where I forgive.
Thank you Dearest Bill for always reminding me of Coyote magic and the power of counting to 10, the strength in being what is, the love in living love and acceptance of the day as it passes and becomes another day. I have thought of you so much in the past few days and I feel as if your passing was what was supposed to happen and that you were smiling all the way into the next form you’ve taken, whatever that is. Your energy lives on in so many people as the healer and the figure of inspiration. I miss you today and send your spirit my thanks and blessings.
As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies,
I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing.
As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things,
I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again.
As the woodpecker pecked at the top of a light pole,
I stopped to gaze and wonder.
As this journey moves ever further,
I realize that it is where I have never been.
As I begin to understand the little truths and the big questions
I ask more and more and will play with a spring in my step,
as the snow perches on a blade of grass,
to melt,
to evaporate,
to become snow once more.
anita lorraine moore 