What Can I Say? (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)

I heard that you said that I said something about you.
Since I'm not sure if it's true, there's nothing I can say
or is there?
I think it's best to leave it alone
let it work itself out
Maybe one day you'll see
that you shouldn't have listened
to the person who spoke of me
untruthfully
that I am still me
the one you know
who wouldn't throw that stone at you
but maybe a ball of snow
if this were Colorado or Idaho
'cuz what can I say
except stop it now
I wouldn't say something to hurt you
don't you know?

Happy Twenty Ten

Happy Twenty-Ten everyone. I sort of slowed down with daisycurtains the last couple of months of 2009, but am looking forward to picking up my pace again as we enter into a new year. I'm not good at new year's resolutions, but I am good at hoping and dreaming, so I HOPE I can pick up the pace and get back to daily writing. Oh come on Cate, you know better than that. I need to commit myself to the task in order to make it happen, not merely hoping and dreaming that my hands will end up on my laptop everyday producing words. I'm psyching myself up, mulling the words around in my head, thinking of themes, drawing from inspiration and experiences, forgiving past hurts, looking forward to the future, clearing my head and my brain, getting closer to sitting down to write my next poem. But not just yet. I can say, however, with determination and commitment, that before I go to bed tonight, I will write at least four lines. Meanwhile, thank you for visiting, and have a wonderful first day of 2010. Best! Cate

Thai Food Christmas Eve (A poem by Cathy Gruman)

Thai food Christmas (cgruman
lights shine brightly
flickering lightly
the windows reflecting
the silhouettes inside
audible chatters
dishes clatter
and a car streams quietly by
music flowing through my headphones
of favorite artists I revere
a dog barks
and a dark shadow of a man slithers in front of me
crossing the street my heart skips a beat
then he walked up the stairs for his family to greet
Christmas trees lit
flat screens bright
a woman walks to her front door
we smile mouthing the word "hello"
Miko sings
my heart rings
almost home
move my car
avoid a ticket
Christmas day?
this is LB
...that's what I say
in the door
endorphines high
my eldest son will soon be here
we'll celebrate Christmas Eve cheer
stomach growling
spirits high
walk through that door, son
let's order some Thai.

"For every man..." Huxley

"For every man the world is as fresh as it was the first day, and as full of untold novelties for him who has the eyes to see them." Huxley

Controlled Chaos (a Poem by Cathy Gruman)

meet me on the corner
by the house with the garden full of controlled chaos
orange, purple, yellow, blue and red
green and white
dirt and water
pebbles strewn
a garden shovel sticks out' the ground
weeds that threaten, not to destroy
but symbols of the wholeness path
keep the weeds as a sign
remembering when but not again
and now the chaotic garden
possessing more beauty
than the weeds could possibly have done to overcome it.

Trade As One (a fair trade shopping link)

http://www.tradeasone.com

A great way to shop for you friends and family this holiday while helping others around the world...

No Parking (a Poem by Cathy Gruman)

No parking on the dancefloor
la la la la
ya ya ya ya
have some fun
all can come.
No parking in the church parking lot
violators will be prosecuted
private property
car will be towed
but on Sundays we will park in your spot
and take over the neighborhood
and you shall park blocks away from your door
and don't forget our
neighborly slogan
that you shall be prosecuted
'cuz we don't share
or care that during the week
our lot is empty
an acre of empty pavement
while you seek and seek
and get tickets when you can't find a spot
but we don't care 'cuz we don't share
love your neighbor as yourself does not apply here.