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Family Tree

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(Poem 198 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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This family tree has deep roots
and strong rings over a hundred
years old that support 16 great
branches, only one set of twins.
Winnie is the beautiful bough from
which my little shoot springs forth.
Barney, Red, Jewel, Myrtle, Tip, Sis,
R. G., Sicker, Grady, P. W., Annie,
Ralph, Alice, twins Abbie & Toby.
So many families have been born
from that soil, sprouted buds and
fresh vibrant leaves, grown sweet
fruit to nourish many generations.

@Home Studio – 198th poem of the year

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Grieving Mother – House of the Dragon

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(Poem 180 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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The mother does what
any mother must do after
receiving the worst news
imaginable; she mounts
her dragon and flies as far
as she must for confirmation
with her own eyes that her
son has been taken from
this world in a vicious attack.
She must reckon with the
knowledge that all could
have been prevented by
her every step of the way,
so she has herself to blame
for her baby ending up in the
belly of the enemy’s beast.
A son for a son will become
the battle cry that brings
only blood to the realm.
Winter is truly coming.

@Home Studio – 180th poem of the year (after watching Season 2, Episode 1 of House of the Dragon)

Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.

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Kingdom

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(Poem 140 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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An eagle egg cradled against
the heart incubates a hunter,
and nurtures a lifelong bond.
Only those who know the song
to call the great birds will be
saved with Noa from the flood.
It seems a world where all
species somehow coexist
would be best for everyone.
Why must someone always
strive to dominate others
rather than share space?
Caesar gave his life to bring
his clan to the promised land
where “ape shall not kill ape.”
According to the tenets he
espoused, everyone should
show generosity and compassion.
Raka of the Order of Caesar
led by example when he
offered food to the Nova.
Life lost is his recompense,
and Mae safeguarding her own
rather than caring for all.

@Home Studio – 140th poem of the year

Ball, Wes, director. Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. 20th Century Studios, 2024.

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Bath Salts

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(Poem 131 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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My granddaughter left a gift
of lavender bath salts for me
on my desk with a sweet little
message written in half cursive
half print on a sticky note.
She left one for her DāDā,
and probably everyone else
in the house as well, because
she loves to leave treats for
others when she finds a way.
I am glad my prickly, lovely,
argumentative, emotional,
explosive, beautiful, forgetful
girl has a heart full of love.

@Home Studio – 131st poem of the year

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War

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(Poem 130 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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“Vengeance is mine,” sayeth Ceasar, until his
apemanity kicks in and he is able to be better
than human and allow mercy to unfold naturally.
Who gets to determine the value of a life on
this rock hurtling through space we call home?
Does intellect trump simple existence or one
form of communication imply worth over another?
Is birdsong less a language than human speech
or an elephant’s rumble less valid than words?
Someone I know once said their life would not
be affected by animals going extinct and it
made me sad because I believe the tiny pieces
of our humanity that perish with each species
we forget to save hasten our own souls’ decay.

@Home Studio (after watching War for the Planet of the Apes at Greg’s house with Greg and his family, Debbie, and Celinda on 5/18/24) – 130th poem of the year

Matt Reeves et al., War for the Planet of the Apes. Los Angeles, CA, 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment, 2017.

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Rise

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(Poem 124 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Anyone who has ever parented a surly teen or
held a baby and felt their entire dependence as
your responsibility can relate to the poignant family
dynamic scenes in Rise of the Planet of the Apes.
Caesar’s coming of age trauma hurts us mothers
and fathers because we watch our own babies
suffer the slings and arrows of this world unprotected.
No matter our desire to rescue them from the pain
of growth, the journey is theirs and theirs alone.
If only the world could be a softer place for our
children, but alas, we must limp along and support
each other, for “alone…weak. Together…strong.”

@The Writing Barn: Buddha Hall (after watching Rise of the Planet of the Apes at Greg’s house with Greg and his family, Debbie, Celinda, and David on 5/4/24) – 124th poem of the year

Rupert Wyatt, et al., Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Beverly Hills, CA, 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment, 2011.

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Mema Day

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(Poem 123 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

I took this photograph on Mema’s front porch 5/4/24.

My sister bought a box
of butterflies to release in
honor of Mema’s birthday.
We gathered, all five
generations of us, and
watched in awe as they
emerged from their sleepy
coldness to warm to the
overcast heat of a May day.
Each butterfly took its own
time exploring this new
brightness of air and space,
flitting from tiny human to
big human to ground to
metal rooftop and beyond.
The last Painted Lady
dilly-dallied and decided
to rest a while on a potted
plant on Mema’s porch.
None of us really knew
what to expect and were
pleasantly surprised at the
loveliness of the little
creatures Mema loved so.

@The Writing Barn: Buddha Hall (in honor of Mema’s birthday that was on May 2nd and the butterfly release that was on May 4th. She would have been 89.) – 123rd poem of the year

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Matilda

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(Poem 110 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

The evil Miss Thrunchbull (Emma Thompson) and the brilliant young Matilda (Alisha Weir) square off in “Roald Dahl’s Matilda the Musical. (Courtesy of Netflix)
https://www.amazon.com/Matilda-Puffin-Modern-Classics-Roald/dp/0142402532

Matilda was dealt an awful hand,
the most neglectful parents in all the land.  
When finally caught by the powers that be,
she went to school, which filled her with glee.

Sad to say, the school was the worst,
run by a tyrant who believed kids were cursed.
Poor Matilda was viewed as an evil child,
so she made up stories that were truly wild.

A librarian was her biggest fan,
who encouraged her to take a stand.
Then her teacher Ms. Honey cheered her on,
and eventually all the threats were gone.

Now Matilda has a family and friends,
a happy school, and love that never ends.
She even has a house and a yard,
so she can continue her role as a bard.

@Home Studio – (after watching the musical Matilda with Debbie and Celinda) 110th poem of the year

Warchus, Matthew, director. Roald Dahl’s Matilda the Musical film. TriStar Pictures, 2022.