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Monday, February 20, 2017

California National

National Park

Weather breathes
Nature delivers
what she feels
Storm rivers

California whim
State of change.
 Drought to brim 
I'm free range.

Shooting stars
seen in spring
second memoirs
sing on wing
shooting stars dodecatheon clevelandi





Caroline Gerardo Copyrights reserved for poetry, photographs and video 2/20/2017 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Overcome

Burned Pine by Caroline Gerardo

Use the ability to get up tomorrow 
and stand against the wind. 
Though the veins in your
arms throb from holding on, 
pick up someone else along the way. 
In your roots find nutrients 
needed to overcome. 
On weary days, 
I have your back my friends.

Regroup and Overcome.

Love,

C G
2/15/2017 copyright

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Grow


Grow My Son

Built strong house
Built raised beds
Built joyful life
But babies grow
go

Name Steve crows
at five months
 a teenager
Runty and persecuted
chick became a house pet.
Gradually re-introduced
to the flock, by night
black hoody ski mask

no children? 
lost dog or a cat?
heart like that?

 Husband barred me
from the door while 
baby cried 
read psyho babble
tough love book of 
bubbling spring sleep,
but pain's a watershed

Dialed 911 in days 
when people had home
phones, husband ripped
the cord from the wall

Stinking cry baby
escaped that man
Divorce doesn't end.

Name Steve is number 901
of miscarriages, children,
and adopted pets.

Morning free
range time and coffee. 
Call Name Steve to snuggle. 
He ignores.
Turns his back.
"Act like you don't know me lady,
 I'm deep under cover."

Yes, I recall, Pick me up from
school Mom, down the street

Pussy willows for sale
Goat sallow in spring
Plant echinacea 
under forsythia
golden health
Bloom my son 
find your joy
Miss you
Love Mom

Copyright Caroline Gerardo 2/5/2016 all photographs and poetry rights reserved









Sunday, January 29, 2017

Porthole




Porthole 

Scream silk burlap 
pee smokey smell
jump another log 
bull horn over swell.

Drug rave monsters
without pure marrow
are cauldron condors
who darken the sky.

Wings block light
thunder earthquakes
shock therapy blight, 
propaganda news fakes.

Touch electric wires
charges connect
killing the last
few that are left.

Build a fire 
 jewel hope heat  
frost from pyre,
hold friends close.

Under down comforter
we are immigrants.
raven sound trumpeter
Muslim, Jew, Protestants.

Sulfur pots of rust
stolen geyser promises
speak out you must
algae grows in silence. 



Porthole window open for firing cannons, to admit light, and air.

Copyright 1/29/2017 Caroline Gerardo



Friday, January 20, 2017

What is Citizenship?

On Inauguration Day

What Is Citizenship?


Right to vote
Responsible to care
Risk to wrote
React to beware

Ready to give
Raise to defend
Race to live
Realize to end

Read to children
Reach to mentor
Recommend to amend
Resist to anger


This Inauguration Day I'm hopeful, ready and here.



I march for the women in my life.
May you have opportunity, health care, and options
to grow in this great country The United States of America.
Womens' March #womensmarch
I march because my daughter must carry mace in her purse because we live in an unsafe country. In America women who are raped are questioned about what they drank or what they wore. I march because although I began in 1988 working in job that was only men and I mentored other women and pulled them up, I know it's not enough. Corporate hierarchy is still 99% men. Men are paid more than women. Men are going to take away the only inexpensive health care for millions of women, claiming that Planned Parenthood is all about abortion, but costs for this are 3% of their budget. Women who can't afford pap smears, cancer checks and birth control will go without. All insurance costs go up, this is from out medical and pharmaceutical companies.
I attended a Women's College. I was an athlete in undergraduate school before Title Nine and worked out with the men's team. I'm old now but I experience cat calls. I march because I believe in God and country. I march because prejudice in America is real. Though my hair is blonde, I'm a minority in a white man's world. I march to call you out when facts are untrue. Don't take away my rights. I'm not against anyone. I march for constitution, the Presidency, and to hold you to the law.



Rain at home

Oak tree at home