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poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights


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Thoughts

My husband and I and our dog Luna drove into the city yesterday to hike across the new Potterfield Bridge and then through the woods and back across the James River to Belle Isle, an island located at the fall line of the James with a beautiful view of the rapids as well as Hollywood Cemetery and the Richmond skyline. The day was perfect for a long hike—cool and sunny after several days of rain. Many people were out to enjoy the water and the fresh air — young and old, black and white and brown, dogs and children.

Belle Isle has not always been a happy place. During the Civil War it was an open-air Confederate prison camp with minimal shelter. The facility was built for 3,000 prisoners but reports say that this number was doubled or tripled at times. This overcrowding resulted in multiple health issues and the heat in the summer and cold in the winter added to the prisoners’ problems. A sign on the island says that 1,000 Union soldiers perished while there.

As we sat on the rocks at water’s edge refreshing our tired feet in the cold James River, Luna nearby, I could not help but wonder what the 1,000 Union soldiers who died on this island would think if they knew people were still fighting the war for which so, so many gave their lives.


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A Surprising Turn

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Wanting to relax, to let go

 of all that held me tightly

in its grip, I turned my attention

to my breath, counting as

 I inhaled, then exhaled,

then inhaled again.

 Suddenly,

I was surprised  to find

 my eyes fill with tears,

tears not of sadness or relief,

 but simply tears of gratitude

 for the mystery of breath itself.

With that sudden flow 

of gratitude came an unexpected

letting go.

                                                                                 JDG

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Queen Anne’s Lace

Take pleasure in beauty wherever you are.
Queen Anne’s lace in a roadside ditch,
pink petunias at the foot of a wall,
bright yellow dandelions punctuating a field,
or white hydrangeas hanging low.
Appreciate it all while you can,
before they (or you!) fade away.


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All Shall Be Well

 

 Self-important leaders posture,

 

Pond mist rising,

 

birds chattering.

 

All shall be well.

 

 

 

Black baseball player taunted while

 

honeysuckle

 

perfumes the air.

 

All shall be well.

 

 

 

President praises dictators.

 

High hawks soaring

 

cyclists coasting.

 

All shall be well.

 

 

 

Isis bombs convoy, friend’s grandson

 

stands up for right.

 

Tall grass swaying,

 

shadows dancing.

 

 

 

ALL SHALL BE WELL.

 


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Today I Stopped

Today I stopped.

Sat on the bench

by the pond, told

Luna to sit,

and closed my eyes.

Felt the cold wind

on my face and

listened to it

whisper, then shout

through the pine trees.

Watched a flock of

six geese swim by,

lift their wings, and

swiftly fly off.

Today I stopped.


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Blue Ridge Mountains

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Formed by ancient glaciers and seas,

these mountains and

valleys soothe my

tired, troubled soul.

 

Their strength, their stillness feed me and

I delight in

their secret treasures,

striped wintergreen,

 

jewel weed, Indian pipe, and

spotted mushroom,

monk’s cap lily,

and spongy moss.


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The World is Breaking

When it seems as if the world is

     breaking and a

        new horror hits

            the headlines each

 

                 day, and hate and fear encourage

                     further madness,

                        trauma, heartache,

                            and hopelessness,

 

                                we MUST go back to the basics,

                                      model respect

                                              for all beings,

                                                     spread love, not hate.