Writings

  • Overwhelm (The Clutter Song)

    Overwhelm (The Clutter Song)   February 2018

    VERSE

    Spent the last 20 minutes

    Staring down a pile of papers

    Not sure who won that contest

    But it’s giving me the vapors

    I’d like to outside and play

    And join the world of people

    But right now I feel stuck

    Watching the monster piles creep all

    Over the house

    CHORUS

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    Can’t get it outta my head

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    It’s gonna over run my bed

    Can’t see my way clear

    Don’t know what to do

    There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me away

    Could you help, help pull me through?

    VERSE

    A rising tide lifts all boats

    But this is smothering my life

    Was gonna write a book, but I lost my notes

    Guess I’ll just sit here and hide

    What do people do

    When they feel this way

    How do they keep the darkness out

    And the clutter at bay?

    I’ll wait…(I have to, the door’s stuck shut)

    CHORUS

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    Can’t get it outta my head

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    It’s gonna over run my bed

    Can’t see my way clear

    Don’t know what to do

    There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me awayy

    Could you help, help pull me through?

    VERSE

    Just sittin’ here now

    Singin’ this song

    In a tiny voice

    If I do it any louder,

    The house’ll come down

    In a crash of thunder

    I put out a note

    Out the window 

    For the postman to see (oh, please see)

    Now I wait…

    And now I wait….

    (beat)

    CHORUS

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    Can’t get it outta my head

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    It’s gonna over run my bed

    Can’t see my way clear

    Don’t know what to do

    There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me awayy

    Could you help, help pull me through?

    Oh look there’s a light

    Someone’s comin’ through

    Could be George or Bonnie or Danny or Sue

    I need help, I bet you do too

    Together we can pull, we can pull on through

    Outta this mess!

    Liz Huff Copyright 2018

  • Three Purrs and a Window (Meditation on a Tigger)

    April 5, 2018

    Three Purrs and A Window

    Sometimes I feel bad for my cat. 

    He just wants to be near me; he follows me around, thinking we’ve settled in one place only for me to remember I need a plate, a kleenex, that book I left by the front door. 

    He dutifully gets up and plods along behind me; I can practically hear the sigh under his furry breath when he nears my latest destination, only to see me turn and move elsewhere.

    He purrs a lot, this cat. 

    He emits purrs almost without reservation, which is an unusual thing for a feline. Such a deep reservoir of sound, audible across a room, tangible up close. I wonder sometimes if the well will run dry.  Has a cat ever run out of purrs?

    We play a game of chase: he’ll run up to me, stop short, and gallop away, rocking horse style, hiding behind a green velvet chair. I run by the chair, he leaps out, paws upraised, as though to bring down an errant gazelle. I cackle madly, full of glee, and continue running to the end of the living room and back, around the stove, through the kitchen. He attempts to cut me off at the pass between the sink and the window alcove, again with the gazelle thwarting leap. I laugh, he collapses in his favorite chair, and purrs.

    My heart flips over in the cognizance of joy.

    Copyright Liz Huff 2018

  • Butterfly/love (A short reflection on change…)

    I put this on Tumblr in January, reposting here so doesn't get 'lost'. 

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    When push comes to shove,
    I often find myself on the receiving end 
    of stubbornness:
    My own resistance to change,
    to life’s attempts to rearrange 
    my tidy kingdom.

    I swat away helping hands:
    demands, however gentle they may be,
    wear like sandpaper on my skin;
    thinly veiled reprimands
    issued from soul to self:

    “Don’t be so needy, so greedy.
    You can stand on your own two feet,
    Alone.”

    Yes, but once I’ve learned to stand,
    there is no shame
    in leaning
    on friendly arms
    the harms of bad relationship
    are not to be found here.

    Today is not yesterday.
    I am more than I was.
    We are settled in space,
    a kind of lovely sweet grace,
    that embraces this new be-ing.

    Full of gratitude,
    Wishing for latitude to be granted
    from and to my ornery self
    I sit in silence and take it in.

    My life, all life, hard won.
    I will not will it away - 
    no matter how tempting the old ways.
    Today’s a better place

    and only just begun.

  • As the "news" rolls by..

    Every day - 
    day 
    after
    day
    after - 
    like the worst ticker tape parade
    you can imagine - 
    the headlines roll by
    the massacres
    the injustices
    the childbrides
    the sextrafficking

    Then like a paint bomb
    the latest ridiculous
    outrage
    of some minor 
    celebrity
    washes up over the screen
    obliterating 
    that which we would prefer
    not 
    to have seen
    anyway.

    I've felt it myself
    "fatigue", they call it -
    Tired of hearing about war,
    we are tired
    of all the bad news 
    from abroad;
    we change
    our channels
    dull our minds as we sit in flannels
    sipping hot chocolate
    and eating ice-cream.
    But what about the people on the 
    other side of 
    that screen
    the ones 
    wearing fatigues
    the ones whose bakeries are destroyed
    under the theory that bread is life
     -  if you destroy their access to
    bread
    you destroy their life

    I don't know what
    I can do about all this
    what can we do about all this
    is life really all about this
    how do we allow this?

    Sometimes at night I dream
    I am running, screaming
    hiding
    I wake,wonder if I'm bleeding
    from the bombs others are feeling
    is someone reaching out to me
    from their dreams?

    Halfway across the world
    yes, believe it or not it's the same world
    even as I sit here listening to Ella Fitzgerald,
    "they can't take that away from me"
    right now
    A could-have-been me is losing, has lost
    everything.

    Even here in my own town
    Freedoms I squander for granted
    are supplanted by our very own human traffickers
    out of sight
    under our noses
    rarely are we supposing
    it could happen *here*
    but  -  it does.
    Amanda, Gina and Michelle
    what kind of hell have you been 
    through
    just a few miles away from 
    where I live?
    All too easy it is not to "see"
    all too easy to walk down the street
    ignoring the signs nipping at our feet
    like mongrels hoping for scraps of our 
    attention.
    My intention is to be different.

    What is yours?
  • "We are but dust"

    Continuing on in random poetry vein:


    “We are but dust”

     

    But the dust is beautiful

    Tiny grains of ever earth

    All that is human

    Animal

    Flori-mineral

    Beautiful.

     

    A handful blown into sunny motes

    Contains a thousand trips

    down highway six,

    the remains of 

    family vacation

    meals on the side-away

    byways

     

    powder from your mother’s compact

    resin from bow of brother’s bass

     

    tiny smashed down bits of Christmas trees

    and rosemary needles

    from fancy dinners

    crystal shards

    of broken windshields

    worn down,

    winking in the starlight

     

    We are but dust

    But dust is every thing

     

    Ashes to ashes

    Dust to dust

    Formed out of everything

    To everything we return

     

    To nourish the land of our ancestors

    To sustain the hand of our children

     

    As a nation is built upon

    the detritus

    of its history

    So too are we created and recreated anew

    Out of

    (dust)

     

     

    Liz Huff May 25, 2013

  • Back To Zero

    Once upon a time

     

    I thought I knew

    it all.

     

    Men - I had your number

    in slumber or in waking

    I had you quaking in my boots

     

    Job, I had you in my hand, 

    the broadband of employment at my enjoyment

    next move unplanned.

     

    Didn't matter, I could disband and

    move into my dreamland 

    any time I wanted.

     

    Once upon a time

     

    I learned I couldn't do 

    it all.

     

    (Now I ) Gotta reboot, reshoot

    the vision of my life

    I ain't nobodies's wife and 

    that's okay 

    but someday

     

    I want 

    to  want a man 

    who wants to stay.

     

    Career in arrears

    I've sheered off a few years

    I coulda used to make my mark

    it's stark, the difference between

    what I thought would be

    and coulda been 

    and how am I here again?

    Once upon a time

     

    I thought  - you only get one chance

    at the brass ring or the romance

     

    But now I find

    with a little tarnish on my game 

    I can tame

    the crazy, the lazy, the whoops-a-daisy

    no shame in the future being hazy

     

    I do what I can do 

    today

    because

    I've been broken 

    and pulled apart.

    Now I got a

    fresh start.

    Amateur hour 

    ain't nothin but a

    good heart learning 

    the hard way

    about the right way

    that's the art that

    sets us apart

    and pulls us together

    the tether 

    between the me and 

    the you.

     

    So now I set it back to zero

    I'm nobody's hero

    but I can begin 

    to learn now

    I got the burn now

    can discern what I want and can do now

    I'm the intern on the upturn now

    ready for what life's been waitin to show me.

     

    Don't you shoofly me

     

    I can be

    just about anything.

     

    Just watch me.

    (Now you've seen the twist

    the turnin'

    the lazy Susan

    I'm usin

    to rewrite hist'ry

    this silly myst'ry

    of living - 

    This acrobatic syllabic musing

    I hope

    is not bruising

    or contusing

    if we shadows are not amusing

    remember we are just cruising through,

    with friendship infusing

    this thing 

    called life)

    Liz Huff copyright 2013 (written March 22, 2013)

  • Three Purrs and a Window (Meditation on a Tigger)

    April 5, 2018

    Three Purrs and A Window

    Sometimes I feel bad for my cat. 

    He just wants to be near me; he follows me around, thinking we’ve settled in one place only for me to remember I need a plate, a kleenex, that book I left by the front door. 

    He dutifully gets up and plods along behind me; I can practically hear the sigh under his furry breath when he nears my latest destination, only to see me turn and move elsewhere.

    He purrs a lot, this cat. 

    He emits purrs almost without reservation, which is an unusual thing for a feline. Such a deep reservoir of sound, audible across a room, tangible up close. I wonder sometimes if the well will run dry.  Has a cat ever run out of purrs?

    We play a game of chase: he’ll run up to me, stop short, and gallop away, rocking horse style, hiding behind a green velvet chair. I run by the chair, he leaps out, paws upraised, as though to bring down an errant gazelle. I cackle madly, full of glee, and continue running to the end of the living room and back, around the stove, through the kitchen. He attempts to cut me off at the pass between the sink and the window alcove, again with the gazelle thwarting leap. I laugh, he collapses in his favorite chair, and purrs.

    My heart flips over in the cognizance of joy.

    Copyright Liz Huff 2018

  • Overwhelm (The Clutter Song)

    Overwhelm (The Clutter Song)   February 2018

    VERSE

    Spent the last 20 minutes

    Staring down a pile of papers

    Not sure who won that contest

    But it’s giving me the vapors

    I’d like to outside and play

    And join the world of people

    But right now I feel stuck

    Watching the monster piles creep all

    Over the house

    CHORUS

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    Can’t get it outta my head

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    It’s gonna over run my bed

    Can’t see my way clear

    Don’t know what to do

    There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me away

    Could you help, help pull me through?

    VERSE

    A rising tide lifts all boats

    But this is smothering my life

    Was gonna write a book, but I lost my notes

    Guess I’ll just sit here and hide

    What do people do

    When they feel this way

    How do they keep the darkness out

    And the clutter at bay?

    I’ll wait…(I have to, the door’s stuck shut)

    CHORUS

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    Can’t get it outta my head

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    It’s gonna over run my bed

    Can’t see my way clear

    Don’t know what to do

    There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me awayy

    Could you help, help pull me through?

    VERSE

    Just sittin’ here now

    Singin’ this song

    In a tiny voice

    If I do it any louder,

    The house’ll come down

    In a crash of thunder

    I put out a note

    Out the window 

    For the postman to see (oh, please see)

    Now I wait…

    And now I wait….

    (beat)

    CHORUS

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    Can’t get it outta my head

    I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

    It’s gonna over run my bed

    Can’t see my way clear

    Don’t know what to do

    There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me awayy

    Could you help, help pull me through?

    Oh look there’s a light

    Someone’s comin’ through

    Could be George or Bonnie or Danny or Sue

    I need help, I bet you do too

    Together we can pull, we can pull on through

    Outta this mess!

    Liz Huff Copyright 2018