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When Life is Life by Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags on July 13, 2017 by Scot

 

We stand upon life
Up on a footstool
Encumbering the day, the night
Relishing peacefulness
And attempting to demolish
The unrest we endure

The footstool may teach us
To bring up the harried, tardy
Elements we face
Embrace
Deface

And each day
As each day goes by
We ask questions
Seek answers
Within the elements of love
Of listening
Of cherishing the dear
And praying to not fear the inevitable

Rather, languishing if we can
In the not foreseeable future
On the footstool

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Words Matter by Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags , on November 22, 2016 by Scot

 

 

We write and re-write
Speak and re-speak
Ponder and re-ponder
The facts
The wording
The feelings
The emotions
The evocative statements

There is no perfect amplitude at times
At other times amplitude is easily achieved
And brought to the fore
Peacefully
For all to hear, see, feel, learn

The take home message is?
The feelings brought up are?
The lessons learned seem to be?

We ponder
And continue to ponder
The perfect syllables, tone, content
And hope that the best words are put forth
For us all to ponder within peace…

End Note by Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags , on June 3, 2014 by Scot

 

 

 

I watched mother breathe
in death’s sleep
living in last thoughts

I imagined she drew on
memories of her long past husband
wishing her exit would hasten
so she could face him again

heave, sigh, sputter…

I envisioned her glimpses
of children
estranged by personality differences
and realities of strong will

puff, blow, cough…

I perceived her thoughts in end stage
must be of the many pets she raised
to be obedient creatures of the lap
and free souls to run the plains
off leashes to freedom

gasp, choke, gurgle…

I felt she must dream
of the many houses she
painted
supplied
decorated
with nuances of the decades
our homes

rise, fall, breathe…

I hoped she’d have glimpses
of what she was
before a mother:
teacher of gym, swimming, hockey,
English

push, pull, struggle…

does she feel her body
ready to fly back to where it started
a mold of human flesh
ready to mesh
with the Gods of wonder?

would she wish
to turn off the machine
hasten the end note
join her master in angelic form
put it all behind now
to sleep?

the last breath came
unobserved
in the early morning hours of
hospital doom

and we then buried
dear mother
next to
dear father

A Truth by Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags on October 17, 2013 by Scot

We are born into this body
It may change shape
It may gain wisdom
It may stagnate

When a truth is known
We rise to the occasion
And hope such truth
Brings with it
A blessing

In the midst of the earthquake
Our bodies crawl to a safe spot
And when the shaking ends
A sigh begins and we start over again

Looking for a truth
Like the heart and mind does everyday…

The Alone Factor Place by Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags on June 28, 2013 by Scot

Outside, a yard with weeds
Strangling the life out of real flowers
And my attempts at revision

But I side track…

Under the sheets wet with hot flashes
I live in a dream place
Changing nightmares
To night visions of sea waves
Tumbling me over and over to a new place
And I recognize the fresh me in such dream

Upon awakening I look at my flesh
See the old wearied me
And realize the alone factor
That got me to the place I am
In the first place

Childhood Correct By Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags on April 25, 2012 by Scot

as a kid growing up I had a perfect bedroom
all my stuffed animals were properly aligned in the crib
all my shades were pulled down at night
to the exact same length on every window sill
school papers stacked on the desk were straight, top to bottom, left to right
clothes and scarves in the closet had schemes and streams of matched color array
the double bed blankets complimented the sheets and down bedspread to a select color-of-the-week
the books in the bookshelf rows were organized by topic and longitudinal size

when I prayed to God each night asking if my thought process was aesthetically sensible and correct
the mirror above my bureau looked at my face and said
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

The Beginning by Winnie Star

Posted in Winnie Star with tags , on December 19, 2011 by Scot
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no money in the bank no money in the wallet
no money money money
where is my money you holder of your big fat sum?
you 1% don’t understand like i do
do you fuckin’ care that i have none
to own or share?
at the local food shelter table i sit
waiting for food and a warm glance from
the lady that volunteers her time
for those of us – is it the 99%
who have nothing to share or wear
remember us you 1%?
lay down your gun, police man, and i will give you my flowers
the ones i picked today
from the gardens around the hall of justice building
where i walk each day to see justice being done