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July 6, 2023
Promise A Binding Gift
Promise : A Binding Gift
A promise sacred in the giving,
Powerful in the receiving.
A bond commits
To the unknowing future.
Tendrils of the heart’s precious
Fragility and strength,
A promise once broken
Must be mended.
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What Color Am I?
Color me white with hope
Nothing pure,
The left-over spots that peak
Through foliage
Of greens, browns, and oranges
I’m the sparkle,
That glistens off the icy edges,
Where snow prints
Mark my passage.
Or the cloud puff
In a blue sky
Soft and billowy
As the wind stretches my marks.
I’m the new beginning on a sheet of paper,
Not touched by regrets.
I’m friendly with gray,
A mingling with black.
I’m the start, the in-between,
And the perpetual
Steam that rises from warmed hearts.
June 29, 2023
Puzzled
Why do I exist,
In this place and time?
Besides the birds and the bees
I look within the changing trees.
No questions asked.
Arms of wood reach to the sky
Barks and rings measure time
I breath in and release
My energy
Where does it go?
Who do I serve?
Beyond myself
My arms of flesh
Have held and let go
Of loves old and young
Like the leaves and seeds
Of autumns past
I stand naked
Bare my soul
The more I question,
The less I know.
June 28, 2023
Abbe’s Ruminations June 2023 Who Am I?
Welcome to my newsletter, Abbe’s Ruminations. I mull, contemplate, ponder – old and new experiences, finding what I call the joy and laughter of repetition or the abandonment to not knowing.
An innocent question from the sales representative at the Verizon franchise center sent me into a tizzy. The early morning robbery of my FOB to enter my condo building, the key to my door, and the cell phone from my locker where I work- out, might have caused my perplexed state.
His question was simply, “Who are you?”
Lightness with seriousness
It reminded me of my new dentist who after hearing of my dislike of anesthesia, laughing gas, numbing shots and headphones to help with the new crown, asked, “Well what do you like?”
None of my answers were appropriate. How do I define myself to a thirty-year-old salesman anxious to make a commission, or a kind doctor whose tools of the trade assumed my buy-in to gizmos versus a gentle kindness?
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June 22, 2023
FOCUS FUZZY THOUGHTS
Focus Fuzzy Thoughts
Can ‘always’ be real
And ‘never’ true?
When is ‘sometimes’
The right refrain?
To speak in superlatives
Lazes the mind
Fuzzy thoughts
Sharpen
When you see what
Lies between.
June 15, 2023
STANDARD TIME
Standard Time
I set back time
To the hour of joy
A gift of pleasure
Reviewed
Let the earth rotate
When the heart
Skips a beat
All is renewed.
June 8, 2023
THE WAYS OF LOVE–A DANCE
Love
Is deliberate
Not a passive noun.
But An active verb
Not to be a ‘beloved’
But to love a being
Like a dance
Leading and following
Giving and taking
A rhythm that guides
And alternates the way.
The dance changes
Solo at times
Released with a spin
Reconnected
To the music that lies within.
Abbe is the author of six books, novels, essays, poetry and a children’s book.
June 1, 2023
THESPIAN PERFORMANCE
Thespian
I want to be a performer
An actress assuming the persona
Of her own words
To “act out” emotions
The banter of silent thoughts
If only I could make you
Laugh and cry,
You might see
Another me.
Abbe is the author of six book, novels, essays, poetry, and a children’s book
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May 25, 2023
MAGICAL SPIRITS
Magical Spirits
Dance more
Sing off key
Explore
Magical spirits
Know no limits
They see
The possible
They Ignore
The Impossible
Be a
Magical spirit
May 24, 2023
Abbe’s Ruminations May 2023
Welcome to my newsletter, Abbe’s Ruminations. I mull, contemplate, ponder – old and new experiences, finding what I call the joy and laughter of repetition or the abandonment to not knowing.
Little Bird
They called me their Little Bird. It was a better version of my first nickname, Peanut. Obviously, my parents chose the name to reflect my size. Did they know in advance that I’d remain petite in adulthood?
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