tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9603244566885119422024-03-05T07:04:16.791-07:00duckdaotsu writeslisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-29010931730899243792012-07-02T15:39:00.000-06:002012-07-02T15:46:08.940-06:00Dreams<BR>
<blockquote>My daddy lived on selling dreams behind the plexiglass "next" booth at the Horse Track. He lived the dream, in summer he'd be at the Coal Creek Canyon cabin, in winter they'd pack it up and follow the circuit to Hot Springs, Arkansas.<p>
<p>My step-mother was one of those rare earth-guides. She brought me great solace.</p>
<p>My mother lived on keeping people alive. She was in charge of the labs for the county area. I suppose she preserved dreams, help create more dreams, and certainly kept many dreams alive in that small town.
</p>
<p>Her dreams were also in a very rare form. They came in the essence of my half-sister. This was a lifelong struggle of a dream, but it was headed to Wellesley on a full scholarship. Dressed in her finest, the dream-on-scholarship was rolling away on the rail train. </p>
<p>It's easier to invent the dream when it's away. <p>
<p>Shadows show up every where. <BR>
<p><strike>Beware of invisibility.</strike> <BR><BR><center>
- 30 - </center></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-26373355278897464242011-09-17T14:21:00.000-06:002011-09-17T14:21:06.154-06:00art 9/16/2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbBWxg0vWfoV1OPtzYhie2mRPdszAOiMnk3bz3-gwMORP13lQl_IWEnYGQ745Xkff43OjHhw_nTyLvIoljIcznNP5ZM7l-40pXgyK2EwA3Y0Xxw5g7Q11s76i6QMGNat650rYJQ9eJSIq/s1600/wotifgodwasoneofus.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbBWxg0vWfoV1OPtzYhie2mRPdszAOiMnk3bz3-gwMORP13lQl_IWEnYGQ745Xkff43OjHhw_nTyLvIoljIcznNP5ZM7l-40pXgyK2EwA3Y0Xxw5g7Q11s76i6QMGNat650rYJQ9eJSIq/s640/wotifgodwasoneofus.PNG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
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poem<br />
<br />
I will miss<br />
Cricket symphony<br />
Taccata and Fugue<br />
Evening murmuring<br />
Howls of hounds<br />
startle geese calling out,<br />
ensuring mate is safe<br />
<br />
Winds sings through pine<br />
Trees tell delicate stories<br />
Of bird families held,<br />
nurtured, let go to<br />
Autumn's call<br />
<br />
Slight breezes sip upon my<br />
Skin, like puppies blindly<br />
nuzzling for mothers' milk<br />
Calls of silent aching<br />
<br />
Last embers of fire smolder<br />
to remind that danger<br />
passed so closely Yet<br />
Spared the predator<br />
No fire too close<br />
No smoke too far<br />
<br />
Sleeping ducks alert<br />
The ponds chill and wings<br />
slip to their sides as<br />
Graceful ancient water ballet<br />
Keep safe the delicate dreams<br />
<br />
No fear. No drowning<br />
All buoyant and sacred<br />
The moon casts strong<br />
shadows now high<br />
In the heavens<br />
<br />
Chickens roost near our<br />
doorways. Heads tucked<br />
into feathered warmth<br />
Familiar as mother hen body<br />
kept chicks warm in safe<br />
sanctions. Only rooster<br />
Awakens to check on mates<br />
Sleep and once again<br />
<br />
Crickets lull the illusion<br />
Of summer safety and danger<br />
I will miss warm reminders<br />
I gather the fleece close to<br />
my naked skin.<br />
<br />
Dog approaches<br />
To tell me. The season for<br />
Sitting in warmth and<br />
Summer comfort draws<br />
near as the last moth<br />
Circles evening spotlight<br />
<br />
I glow with the gifts<br />
Change but elusive. I am<br />
Certain to feel this<br />
Again in the evening<br />
<br />
I will miss nothing but<br />
Cricket serenade in<br />
Sonatas<br />
The chorus heard<br />
In another time. Another<br />
World. Another summer night<br />
Ahead of my motion<br />
<br />
Enjoy. Change so dear<br />
That the world holds it<br />
Constant. No chaos tonight<br />
<br />
Ducks murmur<br />
Geese call<br />
Chickens roost<br />
Breeze touches<br />
Skin cells continue this<br />
Glory<br />
Change<br />
<br />
September 25, 2010<br />
12:31am</blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-52102968619130623192011-09-01T23:25:00.000-06:002011-09-01T23:25:08.664-06:00Needles in the Black Hills<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3B8adxeHvlmP14VaThoSJgPKkMeFV4AOZrRxCn8f2yHU41sHwJFr5Nc5JNDzAZjOmMAa5yhwA5-tEtHyQK1vOP7bu2CC9XaSzvyzLJdTmL50-GeKMeQr6q1ET_8FLkvnpZ50lcAXzjslk/s1600/SD9artsy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3B8adxeHvlmP14VaThoSJgPKkMeFV4AOZrRxCn8f2yHU41sHwJFr5Nc5JNDzAZjOmMAa5yhwA5-tEtHyQK1vOP7bu2CC9XaSzvyzLJdTmL50-GeKMeQr6q1ET_8FLkvnpZ50lcAXzjslk/s400/SD9artsy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>
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The movies play </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in my memory over and over</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I looked out of the oxygen tent</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">distorted plastic images</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dad and Uncle Jimmy, hat</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in hand, looking resigned</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I knew I had died once then</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was four.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Summer of the Beatles</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Red Rocks ’64 how I wanted</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to see them, so I stayed with</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">daddy that summer in Denver</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fresh paint on the wall of my</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">very own room, we spent the days</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">together and we giggled and read</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">books and talked about not seeing</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">things one way, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">more became my</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">horizon and I grew strong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A few visits since that time</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at the cabin in Coal Creek, he would</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">drink and I would go outside </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">smoke reefer, come back to giggle</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">with Wanda and dad</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">by that time the stories were dearer</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wanda called one night ’79</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dad was in the VA hospital dying</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cancer of lung then liver</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I gathered tapes of swing music</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">photos that my sisters ordered me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">not to show him, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">his grandsons </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in 16 x 20 sat next to his bed</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a ward filled with dying veterans</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">he had life to show off</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and we listened and laughed </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and I heard questions I could not</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">answer and four months, every night</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I sat by that bed, learning why </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mother had loved him</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The last day at the hospital</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nurses pointed to a single room</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">last hour on earth and we held</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hands and we cried and we giggled</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and he died and I will never forget</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">that snowy day, bobbing behind that</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fallen tree and catching up to</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my daddy to grab his gloved hand</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and follow </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">20.6.2010</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">lmullinw</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-1712910306352432332009-08-12T01:03:00.001-06:002009-08-12T01:07:16.314-06:009j8z2qsw6m<div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-47200930128749427652009-08-08T20:32:00.003-06:002009-08-08T20:35:35.533-06:00Peabody in the fuschia<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">it rained. peabody didn't like it.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/>rain erodes the rocky earth<br />stones rumble down the hill<br />hail hits roof like bullets<br />massive piles and flashes<br />electrical fright<br />apple sized ice, breaking windows<br /><br />birth is painful<br /><br /><br />lmw<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-91292464246442043612009-01-28T00:46:00.007-07:002009-08-08T20:21:16.400-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMabZuopFOWO9B4qfz6_PvaMwiG-dllxxOXbY7g5CQ8kFiSJU3gpJZHbcpLt7H1WqNFdld9lYpGMHjhjlndfHUdKTJpzeGxa6pSJsmBvGGotw4Rl4MMsl-8djrvD7jcmak-r19Yk9R5Md/s1600-h/ssaaddaamm-tao-med.jpg"><blockquote><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" 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class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-85717582311430407932009-01-19T18:47:00.002-07:002009-01-20T17:18:01.270-07:00i am wyoming<blockquote><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">i am </span>wyoming<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">from two makes whole</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">finally at rest</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sheridan my mother's home</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Newcastle my father's</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I born in his home town</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">He born in</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">mine Hot Springs</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">these lands come together in the</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">splendor and wonder</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the winds on the plains</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the rivers the rolling hills</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">blue Tetons</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">most humble</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">people on earth</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">always a neighbor</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">seldom seen, always near</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">i am part red rock canyon wall</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">i am snaking river replenishing</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">i am grazing antelope and hawk above</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">tower of the sacred, devil's tower</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">cave of wind, crystals, fossils,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">arrow heads</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am this land</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Black Hills</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nebraska plains</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tetons Rockies</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am the </span>Poudre<span style="font-family: georgia;"> and</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the Platte</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">and Old Woman Creek</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the eagle and the</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">hummingbird</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">pheasant and the quail</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">i am of the earth</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">on this first day of celebration</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">when the spirits</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">dance for spring</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">come together from such vast borders</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">whole clay and part blood</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the Wounded Knee and Little </span>BigHorn<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">accomplice by the color</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">of my skin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am the sky watching</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">and when the clouds finally</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">part, as they always must</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am the rock and the scrub tree</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the </span>ponderosa<span style="font-family: georgia;"> pine and</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the sandstone of our past, </span>embedded<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960324456688511942.post-74664758534758319872009-01-19T18:34:00.005-07:002009-01-23T21:11:33.320-07:00The Year of the Ox<blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />she died<br />during the growing season<br />in the Year of the Dog<br /><br />That's how I remember dates now<br />since the days are felt simple<br />kept silenced by the mirror<br /><br />I imagine her hand, creeping up<br />from the dank earth, as her brother<br />joins her, family at rest<br /><br />Each time there is a death in me<br />the vitriolic grin of the oldest,<br />crushing the unknowing opponent, I play<br />no chess. No game. No more fear or care<br />half my blood but filled with bile and<br />scorn<br /><br />the death of hope<br />thinking full blood would somehow<br />Show the truth to the willing<br /><br />At least compassion for the silenced<br />destroyed by uneven edges crags, slip rock<br />the entrance of your caves<br /><br />she killed me many years ago, not<br />telling me why, or that it would come<br />in the dark shadows of gasping for air in the night<br />when she promised to be there, when they said they understood<br /><br />my place of rest will never be near your hatred<br />and the poison you spewed, those who would listen<br />and those who had no choice<br />bones turned to dust and ash<br />of a sister's life<br /><br /><br />year of the dog, I am water snake<br />I have never told the secrets<br />that you fear so much<br />to discredit me this badly<br /><br />still, I keep the silence<br />Dante clear to me now<br />your self efficacy will never see<br />a life of gasping for anything to breathe<br />a life alone, never a shelter<br />a life chosen, yes but one not closed<br /><br />your sickness is your end<br />I lived with mine since before I knew you<br />each day faced death, did you not see<br />a life spent taking care of a disease that<br />deserved no time but took all of mine away<br /><br />and now, you are finally dead to me<br />Year of the Ox, my strongest one yet<br />when I plant the seeds this year and<br />live by the seasons that the earth bring<br /><br />No more will your hatred enter my home or my soul<br /><br /></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">duckdaotsuwrites.blogspot.com</div>lisbethwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610227461382480357noreply@blogger.com0