Nancy Trembley

My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I'm not interested.
But he is very persistent.
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My father passed.
I wanted him to stay but god won.
I can't complain.
We had him longer than we could have thought.
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My plant is sickly.
Her hair like leaves are dry and brittle on the ends.
She looks so sad as I trim her locks.
I'm glad she can't look down at the pile of straw like hair scattered all around her.
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My favorite little furry friends.
So, cunning, curious and quick.
Amazing to me their agility.
They've been here for an eternity, forty million years.
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I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I'm one to carry them out.
But I don't like flies so without thinking.
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Turmoil taunts and tries me
Always standing just outside… free.
Waiting predatorily
To torment, abuse and torture me.
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As I walk I find randomly, rocks shaped like hearts, it's uncanny.
Throughout my life I've found so many, but two stand out.
As a child in Cleveland while walking the railroad tracks
Looking down at thousands of rail rocks.
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One day for some reason
I pondered my hands.
So, in the moment,
Marveling at their design.
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I'm really becoming concerned,
For my brown and black friends that are not being heard.
Their voices matter.
It really concerns me.
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A long time ago back in the day
Rain used to be welcomed and praised.
Rejoiced when the gods were in charge.
Rain reigned!
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The water droplets divide the light
Into its various spectacular colors so bright.
Tiny prisms of liquid with so much ability
To take something unseen and split it apart, it's uncanny.
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It's that time of year again.
You feel their excitement for weeks.
Their plotting and planning.
Their minds changing then changing back again.
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My Mind tricks me into believing
I'm not as good as I am.
But I don't mind.
I'm one step ahead.
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Why do you hurt me every time we meet?
The things you say
Are so hurtful and detrimental.
I try so hard to be understanding.
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This chemistry that binds us initially.
This cruel joke made by nature's evil scientist.
A variation on limerence.
It's really unfair when human beings find someone they care for.
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As I sit inside this vessel of sacred flesh and bone.
I ponder my existence, my passions, my place in this home.
I watch life moving.
Undulating around me.
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A book is a beautiful thing to me.
From the moment, I could read I was hooked.
A happy memory from childhood I'll never forget.
When I first learned to read simple books,
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I'm driving my car down a road.
A road, I've driven so many times in the past
But today I'm seeing an aspect
That I've never noticed.
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The ancient alchemists truly had the right ideas,
With knowledge in science, philosophy and mysticism.
They pursued a recipe for a phenomenal universal elixir
Which would cure all our un-eases.
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A tree ignoring me.
Standing quiet and stoically.
Knowing for decades
What we have to keep learning.
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