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I pause each day
to remember
Those words of gratitude, of thank yous
To this beautiful body

That continues to work during difficult times,
Assuring me
that things will turn around
And knees that crack and creak
Still take me to mountain peaks

And eyes,
threatened by disease
I still see vast vistas and indigo blue seas

Hearing waves crashing along dark sand,
that welcome me
And an aching body

To soak,
Taste the salt spray,
On a pink tongue
that still recognizes bitter and sweet

I thank thee, O Body



Let it go ©. Image captured by author, Ilis Trudie Palmer

The declarer of
if you love something let it go
was genius,
let it go

let it explore its highs and lows
its valleys and summits
its cracks and crevices

grass greener,
light shining brighter
air purer
let it go

if it comes back,
its yours forever more
but only if you choose to maybe lose
it again,
let it go




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Those days
when the urge is strong
to stay in bed, covering my head under tired pillows,
thinking of new reasons to stay under
none used yesterday or the day prior,
it was a new morn after all
new ideas to be born,

from the same old feeling of stuckness
listening for the sounds of this new day
roosters crowing, early movers moving
on the street to nowhere,
the distant sounds of birds chirping, and lizards shrilling
my dogs yipping as if hearing me stirring,

I groan and sigh loud
expanding lungs
stretching, and feeling
the urge rising in me
to believe that today will lead to a new way
of thinking.

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One Love

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Always busy
In ink,
In sand,
In acrylics,
Telling a story of a journey
To finding me
While along the way
I bump into you,
And we find that our story
Shades of different, yet similar
Since we are on different paths
To the same happy end.

© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
One Love

Here is the link to the new pieces of me.



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On days when thunder crash
and lightning flash,
bright enough to light dark corners
casting sharp shadows
I bow in gratitude;

For this moment
in time, listening,
rain, pelting like sharp nails on the tin roof
ushering in a new season;

Another cycle, welcoming
the turning soil and planting
bananas and plantain
yam, potato and okra,
rolling hills and fallow fields
understand nature’s cycle,
and relax in ease.

© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
One Love



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The pen
Its obsidian ink
Not flowing as before,
Across blank sheets
That gush of stories and rhymes
Marveling at the acrobats of letters
As they fall and tumble over each other
Creating words

Writer’s block, it is not
For on quiet days during quiet walks
The cogs turn
Grinding out form that tickles the fingers to the pen
Until the brain says when

It’s just that
The joy that was gleamed from sharing here
Has all but disappeared
Into thin air
I hope that tomorrow it returns
Like a wayward child
To its home
I miss this place
But it’s not the same as before



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Those moments
When squeezing the elephant through the eye of a needle
Seems impossible;

At least more so than yesterday
When life was simpler
And all we had to do was to walk in faith believing that everything was gonna be okay,
Since we had each other;

Now not so much so
Because of the shadow
That hovers,
Bobbing and weaving like a plastic blimp
In the shape of worries;

We give into temptation to pause
And let the problems rise to the top like froth on a dirty lake,
Examining the many reasons as to why
Things were not working as they ought;

We struggle
We fight in our dreams
We lose belief.

Ilis Trudie Palmer
One Love

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