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My Green Velvet Life

Where everything sticks.

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creature treats

Ouch.

 
Our polar white dust mop
perfectly polished up
leftovers of the days.
Flour falling and cookies calling.
Our mindless messiness
his beloved souvenirs.
Now just crumbs
so sharp they make my heart bleed.
 
Good-bye Bear . . . I know you’re giving lots of Bear Hugs in heaven . . . See you there some day . . .
 
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Bear Wants You to Be a Freedom Watch Dog

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world.  Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.  — Margaret Mead (1901-1978), US anthropologist

Dear Wisconsinites:  Vote today!

With Thanks to Nobody’s Hero

Don’t ever under estimate the power of you.  One look or touch.  Or poem or prayer.  You can make a difference for someone.

I cut this little poem out the newspaper when I was 13-years-old.  I can’t say it is what sparked my interest in poetry.  At that time I had already been writing (and thinking!) feverishly for over a year.  But it did make me think a lot about perspective: The voice of  someone who spoke for one who could not speak.  And about finding beauty even in death and sadness:  Somebody loved this poor cat for the sheer reason that nobody else did.  Loved him enough to write a poem.

For a busy world, the poem was a quick-awe-isn’t-that-sad-but-sweet enough.  For a very serious young poet, its message was deep-deep-deep enough.  I’ve kept it all these years–folded and stuffed into a very special old book.  Every time I read it, I take comfort in knowing our world will never be too big or too busy for us to stop and simply love.  Nobody’s too small.  Somebody cares.

That’s a lot of something.

 

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