Nancy Trembley

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I don't recognize this container I'm in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
...

My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I'm not interested.
But he is very persistent.
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My father passed.
I wanted him to stay but god won.
I can't complain.
We had him longer than we could have thought.
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I was nervous it's been a long time since I've done this.
We met at a public space, simple,
The building the epitome of modernity.
It was light and clean inside,
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I'm really becoming concerned,
For my brown and black friends that are not being heard.
Their voices matter.
It really concerns me.
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I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I'm one to carry them out.
But I don't like flies so without thinking.
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It's that time of year again.
You feel their excitement for weeks.
Their plotting and planning.
Their minds changing then changing back again.
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My favorite little furry friends.
So, cunning, curious and quick.
Amazing to me their agility.
They've been here for an eternity, forty million years.
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My plant is sickly.
Her hair like leaves are dry and brittle on the ends.
She looks so sad as I trim her locks.
I'm glad she can't look down at the pile of straw like hair scattered all around her.
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As I sit inside this vessel of sacred flesh and bone.
I ponder my existence, my passions, my place in this home.
I watch life moving.
Undulating around me.
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A book is a beautiful thing to me.
From the moment, I could read I was hooked.
A happy memory from childhood I'll never forget.
When I first learned to read simple books,
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I'm driving my car down a road.
A road, I've driven so many times in the past
But today I'm seeing an aspect
That I've never noticed.
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The ancient alchemists truly had the right ideas,
With knowledge in science, philosophy and mysticism.
They pursued a recipe for a phenomenal universal elixir
Which would cure all our un-eases.
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Humanity has become intelligent enough
To create scientifically advanced mechanics
To annihilate life.
Yet, not smart enough
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Oh God free me from this wretched prison.
My soul, bound to this body.
Chained to this earth.
Yet, honestly who chains me, but me.
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It's a beautiful sunny warm October morning.
Unusually warm for this time of year in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
I've decided to drain the pool.
The sun flickers beautifully off the water.
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I soar across a summer sky
Singing softly as I fly.
My feathers flutter on the wind.
This invisible gas whipping and whirling around me,
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18.

My mother-in-law and father-in-law
Lost their daughter Suzy on June 2nd 2015.
It was a Tuesday.
I'll never forget.
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A tree ignoring me.
Standing quiet and stoically.
Knowing for decades
What we have to keep learning.
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Oh God free me from this wretched prison.
My soul, bound to this body.
Chained to this earth.
Yet, honestly, who chains me but me.
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The Best Poem Of Nancy Trembley

Growing Old

I don't recognize this container I'm in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
But when the obvious became real
I was still caught off guard
Not willing now to sanction this transmutation.
It's frustrating being forced to accept these changes.
I never agreed, show me where and when I signed up for it!
My mind tricked me.
The way I think is childlike and silly.
But the other day I went to scratch my head, and what I saw on my arms,
Made me feel scammed and caused me dread!
The fish scale, wrinkles and hanging muscles.
These can't be my arms they're my grandmothers.
I looked closer at this organism
And was astonished to find so many areas falling behind.
Where are the protocols in place to prevent this?
Where are the protocolist, The manufacturers warranties,
And general implements and installments.
I paid in all my life
And this is the assurance my insurance gives me.
Damn, I wish I would have read the small print.

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