honesty

The Wolf

Once upon a time

there was a wolf

in sheep’s clothing.

No one could tell

he was a wolf.

One day he forgot

to put on his costume.

People were looking

at him strangely.

He wondered what was

the matter.

A lake nearby

showed his

true colors.

He saw himself

for what he was:

a wolf.

The sheep scattered

when he came around.

The calm waters

of the lake

gave him the

answer to

his dilemma.

 

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Under the Cloak

Faceless

I know not

who I am.

If I were to tell you

–ha!  I’d be found out

for all I’m hiding

for fear of conflict

arising because I

speak my mind, when

I do, and if you’re in

the way you get

the blast.

I try to hold my temper

my criticism, my impatience

my frustration

but sometimes inadvertently

I build up so much pressure

& steam, some leaks out.

Political leaks never saw such

revelation.

Sometimes I have to apologize

for the uncivil or even mean

behavior even though it

wasn’t consciously meant.

So I am cloaked way more

than I want to be.

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Bullfrog in pond surrounded by Water Clover (Marsilea quadrifolia). Oregon Gardens. Oregon

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My Turn

I don’t want to stay up all night

but I feel I could, irresponsibly,

of course.

Too many things have been left undone.

By me.  I take the easy (erroneous) way

looking to blame, often “unconsciously”

until I “come clean” and be honest

with myself, that I am responsible,

let the cards fall where they may.

Just slow steps that I never

took before will keep me moving.

Otherwise, I do nothing.  And stay

stuck.  And blame others & use

excuses like they were wet matches

trying to start a fire in the rain.

Useless.

I hope I feel the same way

tomorrow, and if I don’t–I will.

 

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Reception

With each new risk

you open more emotionally

up the ante

to win or lose

what the stakes

are now worth

much more than

before

your kitty was

only so big

as your account

was limited.

Just because it’s

new doesn’t mean

it has to be any

scarier.

The ‘chance of a lifetime’

comes again

more than you

expect

Unexpected surprises

dominate

my life.

Life wants to

cooperate

so I could at least

graciously receive.

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Close up of red rose (Ingrid Bergman Hybrid) after rain shower. Portland Rose Test Garden. Portland, Oregon

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True to…who?

How come I have to keep

coming back to being

true to myself?

I see a path that was

‘safe’ before.  It worked.

So I want to stay in

that ‘successful’ groove.

Problem is, I’ve changed

and that’s not who I

am anymore.  I have

to pay attention & learn

to come back to being

true to my new (and

improved!) self.

So habits only serve for

a while and are replaced

–for a while– with/by new

ones–untried ones

that can seem

scary–explorable

but deplorable

possibly also.

Fall leaves and tendril from passion plant with dew.

Fall leaves and tendril from passion plant with dew.

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The heart feels

My heart feels

it cannot be swayed

by ‘unintentional’ missteps

citing ignorance

or lapses of sanity

although that

characterizes them

accurately.

I know other people

who try to lay it out

there straight

not intending

to avoid

responsibility for

their feelings, emotions.

They do the best they

can yet

if I have to teach

by example

forgiving the

innocent not

letting others

try to use their

tricky moves

to avoid

what landed square

in their lap

& they clearly

dropped the ball.

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Favorite

I like her smile, her friendliness

her down-to-earthness.  Real.

Genuine.  She pulls me into her

school to substitute despite all

the negatives I may encounter

once I get there.

Sure, it’s a crapshoot, a roll of

the dice.

An unsolvable puzzle as each

day is no matter where you are.

I get surprise treats, walking

into walls I didn’t know were

there and finding a give-way

door that lets me through.

I try not to act uncouth,

uncool and be anything

but, yet I often end up in that

basket with all the other

broken toys.

You got glue?  I think I

broke my wheel on my

desk partner’s favorite

toy.  I got to live with

him.  Please have glue.

When I leave, her smile

and simple, genuine

gratitude send me off

to my car to drive home.

Sort of cloud-like floating

to the parking lot.

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ME

If I was j.u.s.t myself,

I would probably go off

the DEEP end, bounce in from

right field

to a grounder hit poorly, that

should have been an “out”.

Who knows what virus my brain

may release on the literary world?

Taking it by storm no

vaccine or antibiotic would touch,

it mutates and changes defenses

so quickly.

Me, myself & I, we stay in a

hole deep inside

lest the slings and arrows

of OUTRAGEOUS fortune

pay an untimely visit–

every visit from them is

untimely.

So, wounded, I limp back

home, licking my wounds

in self-pity waiting for this

wave of compassionate

self-demise to end.

Who am I, anyway?  EVEN

I do not want to really

know, for fear it would be

unacceptable, even to ME.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

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Heart Offerings

here…

hmm…

It’s a picture of superman.

Oh!  Of course.

I just didn’t put the “S” in.

Oh.

It’s a triangle in orange

filled with yellow inside,

some green and orange

stripes at the bottom.

It’s for me?

Yeah.

When you’re 6, people can

not see your budding brilliance

or sterling character all the time.

Just because you haven’t learned

the ropes yet, and rules you keep

breaking, trouble with authority

happens way too often for your comfort.

Really crimps your style.  How can you be

yourself if there’s a rule against everything

you are?

When I notice their brightness everyone

else overlooks, they feel vindicated and

validated as a person.

So, being fair, I see all sides of this little

person.  When they’re trying hard

and I notice it, and give them credit for

it, they never expected to get,

their heart is warmed, and a picture is

forthcoming.  An innocent gesture and

expression of their heart, not scheming to

get something down the road.

Some kids have so much integrity, that I pale

in their face and the pureness of it.  I say where did

you learn to be so honest?  “My dad” comes back.

I bolster and encourage that, as if it would do any

good the kid is already so strong to his core with

those values.

Kids with a strong sense of self and integrity are

going to be needed to lead us.

I’m always impressed by such possibility.

If you can’t read and write yet very well yet,

pictures are worth a thousand words.

Seagull on sea stack rock with sunset. Bandon beach, Oregon.

Seagull on sea stack rock with sunset. Bandon beach, Oregon.

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Speakeasy

My heart’s opening,

tender, tentative.

It feels silently,

so far.

It wants speech.

It won’t be known

as well from a glance.

Although, a lot’s

revealed in a look.

Perceptive mentally,

it needs a turn,

a voice.

How else will

we know what’s

in there?

What it wants to

say?

I trust

its wisdom.

 

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