rambling – amberreneepoet

the morning after ))

Letters to the World11/23/2020 What the weekend brought in sunshine over the mountain top & casual relaxation, faux-fireplace, Monday brings in rain over chill, trash trucks screeching, & work. Waiting / for this toil to end becomes mental turmoil as bad as digging ditches. I’m swallowed by the machine, spinning dizzy –cog vomiting productivity. I’llContinueContinue reading “the morning after ))”

TOP 10 TRACKS

Howdy to all you out there on the other side of my screen. I come typing to you from my desk, about 7am, ready to talk to you about some sweet, sweet tunes. —Not my own. (Though I’ll have to blog about those unsteady, messy noises sometime too.) //// No, today is about my TOPContinueContinue reading “TOP 10 TRACKS”

[ Awake in an Ambulance

Or, The Time I Had A Seizure Inpatient ] * * * I’mdoused with inward daydream,, soaked to the bone with infatuation / my own imagination / a misery / which follows me,, deluded to anxiety & spitting autonomous politeness speak. * * * I’ll never forget the feeling of thestrip search & body check.NoContinueContinue reading “[ Awake in an Ambulance”

Poem: I feel so much us connected

I feel so much us connectedthe thoughts of the ancestors & genes, our omnipotent mind. / There is somethingpast bone which is calling me home & it’s not inthis body of mine… Which is really // the onlyreason for this earth-time,,, business (as usual). Comparing to prove it: a bard’s lyrical linescan say nothing moreContinueContinue reading “Poem: I feel so much us connected”

31 years

Letters to the World3/1/2020 Perhaps it is that I am burnt out? // I’m running the race, frantic, but my wheels have fallen off & I am on my last leg & that leg is broken. I had to step out of the caregiver role, swap my 9 years of nanny experience for a 2amContinueContinue reading “31 years”

2020

Letters to the World1/1/20 As I stare at my phone, listening to music in my car on this first day of the year, waiting to enter my assigned nanny case of the day…… I’m caught by this dear diary entry I found dated October of 2019. Does deep painful anguish bring light? I feel this,ContinueContinue reading “2020”

/Hospice

Letters to the World12/4/19 The days have been blurring into one big ball of anguish. My mom is sick. My mom is on hospice & she is dying. Painfully. Soon I will have my sisters & my dad, which is amazing; but it’s no “mom, dad, & 3 little sisters” situation. I’ll certainly miss it.ContinueContinue reading “/Hospice”