I'm Lenore Washington

I'm



I'm a bird perched on a swing,

a ladybug wandering

while he waits

for his wings.

On a raft I float, on the moon, I gloat.

I'm on fire.

I'm a dog nestled on a brand new bed,

heading to sleep after being well fed.

I'm a lion who sunbathes in the plains and free spaces.

I bend with the wind, which blows with unannounced faces.

I'm flexible. I'm confident. I'm evening out, like a picnic blanket fresh from the line,

ready for the basket and a nice glass of wine.

I'm a grand piano happy to play.

I'm colorful in spite of the black and the white

world in which some solely see.

I sneak into living rooms and bring

my friends with me.

We make music and paint pictures

and hang them on walls

that wrap their arms around us all.

I'm here with my whole heart,

with my babies and thee.

I love living this life meant

just

for
me.

My Dream

My Dream

My dream is to wake every morning,

rested from a night of sweet slumber

Wrapped in crisp, breathable sheets

To these eyes of brown 

And the smile that melts all hearts

It is a dream 

because although I wake 

to the beauty,

it is only in pictures 

that I see the most amazing woman,

and touch the softest of skin

She is shared with the world now

Cancer took her

like she has taken us

We are still allowed to dream, 

laugh, spin, be free

I want to always remember 

the love of life through death

the fragility of it

the complete powerless vulnerability that is breath

the smell of seasons and salt, and fresh cut grass

my dream is to wake, taking all of this in

because she cannot

Now she smiles elsewhere with her healthy body 

and soulful love, always near, but never here

knowing his dream is to wake 

beside her

she follows him where he goes

Make Love (not war)

i want to buy a sticker
that says,
make love not war,
and I want to cut off
the not war part
and just have it read
make love

Garden Market

Sketching in Sumner Yesterday with the Urban Sketchers of Tacoma. Great group of people that are very supportive.

i wonder

I wonder
if I'll ever be able
to visit the far off places
my family members
once called home

words by Courtney Hanes  and Art by Sandra Moreano

i give you

i give you

today, i give you myself in spring
new, like flowers
bright, like sun
fresh, like grass
happy, like wind

I had No Idea

I had no idea

when i removed

my first baby

from my body

before we'd both

had 

a chance to grow

that i'd never ever

be able to put 

another one in again.

Art by Sandra Moreano

Words by Courtney Hanes

The Canvas

The Canvas

I can take colors
and make them change 
like melted butter 
on my skin. 
I’m a dreamer. 
Do not leave me 
and let me pass. 
I have something 
to offer if you stop and ask.
I can take the splatter 
and the mess ups, 
the blended concoctions 
that go all wrong. 
I can look the other way
while you hurry things along. 
I’ll sing to keep myself busy, 
or whisper our private call. 
I’ll wait patiently
while you rearrange me on the wall. 
When you’re satisFied,
I’ll let you look at me,
and when I’m ready, 

I’ll curtsy neatly on the Floor.

By Courtney Hanes

Mr. Balloon Man

Mr. Balloon Man

Well then, 

what happens after 

you’ve gathered ‘round 

the guests, 

and 

twisted the bulging 

pieces 

to create a blue and purple 

mess 

disguised

as a message

in its own disguise?

Does it bother you that you 

scare the people 

when the colors 

pop

and collide,

and burst with specks of 

spit and residue, 

and fragments,

leaving them splattered with 

broken clown hearts 

and elephant arms?

By Courtney Hanes

As a Girl

as a girl 
she 
picked daisies
happily lost 
in magical
landscapes of 
green 
streaked 
with birds 
and 
their worms
    but 
when she 
became a 
woman 
she moved to 
the city 
sprinkled with
skyscrapers and 
mocha dreams
   and
traded in 
her horse for 
an old 
model Porsche 
that
sped her away
    leaving behind 
more than 
dusty corridors 
and 

hay

Poetry by Courtney Hanes