Nancy Trembley Poems

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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