Saturday, April 19, 2014

My Life



has been beautifully

dérangée...


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slightly disordered

and 

disrupted.


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But as I examine the 

external forces beyond

that have slowed me down lately 



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I treasure

the greater might

within me...



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within 

you. 


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Internal Peace 

is

For All Seasons.


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Wishing you the most beautiful
 


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and 

peace-filled

Easter, Passover afterglow

and all the other

celebrations 

of 

YOUR LIFE.














Sunday, March 30, 2014

April's Promises




are for mortals.





The timid bud


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arrests a restless mind


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and 


feathered hopes wing away







taking us with them. 



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For
Flesh and blood


do the miracles of April


unfold.



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From 

paper and pen

does the heart's beat

rise.  





  
And it's all for

the people I care about

to whom I wish

April's Promises.



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This post is dedicated to 

everyone

overcoming cancer.
(I am fine, my dear friends. This is just a poem dedicated to others)



To R. F.

Tasting

a sudden landing
of oregano on the tongue
brings a dead uncle back
to a family picnic.  Bulbous boysenberries

between the teeth squirt a sweet punch
of childhood Sundays, and playful
plosives release an airflow of thought
on the tongue blade.  The mouth

Is a feast.

But the words

I have breast cancer

are hard to swallow.  Fricatives
strike like primal impulses
on a battlefield
of teeth on flesh. Vowels

piston five syllables, mashing
a bland unbelief that you spit out
when you say them. Fear
puddles in the soft-mouthed life

of morning when you wake
and I say them
with you,

Tasting.



anita rivera©
winter 2014