Ode to Matchmaker Millionaire

Matchmaker
Matchmaker
Make me a match
May he be perfect
And rich

And smell just like a
bottle of
Obsession cologne
May he be fantastic
and loving
Oh, and don’t forget adoring

Matchmaker
Matchmaker
I’ll do whatever it takes
Makeover?
Throw my head
back in
Mock laughter?
Done and done.

Just make sure he is perfect
Oh, and did I mention rich?

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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Small Town Girl

She is tired.
No, actually she is
exhausted
From trying to
make it all work
She has three
children, she
tells me
And smiles.
Her smile fades
when the conversation
drifts
to the topic of
marriage.
12 years
and they can’t even have a
conversation
Is this the life she signed
up for?
Is this all there is?
She can’t quite reconcile
herself
to it all.
I smile back at her,
I can’t quite
either.

I went from living in a city of 2 million people to an island of roughly 60,000. Culture shock? Not entirely, since I was raised in a town of 4,000 people. To be honest, Kauai isn’t much different than where I grew up – Tillamook, Ore. (the population of Tillamook will be thrilled to hear this). Except for the tropical scenary, warm temps and aqua blue ocean, of course. In any event, it is a bit startling to my system – it’s been more than 13 years since I lived in T-town!

Here’s the deal in Kauai – as far as I can tell at the 6-week mark:
-Everyone knows everyone.
-Local girls marry local boys. And when locals branch out and hook up with non-locals – there are mutterings and grimaces.
-You drive down the street and wave at pretty much every car because you know everyone. If you don’t know them, they are probably a tourist.
-You wear board shorts and flip-flops virtually everyone – this primarily is true of men. No need to get dressed up, you’re in paradise, bro!
-Appetizers are pupus. Get used to it.
-The hang loose hand sign that went out of style in the mid-80’s on the mainland is alive and well here. And it means Shaka, in case you didn’t know.

And there’s more: I paid for my car in cash – and the guy is so friendly and nice he gives me the car with only half down while I wait for the rest of the money to be transferred into my account. Our landlord brings us eggplant and fresh avocados from trees nearby. Just because. At the copy shop, I only have a $20, so the guy doesn’t charge me for the fax. When I meet new people (which is pretty much daily), they greet me with a hug and a kiss (this I LOVE and this is not the same as Tillamook!).

With this shift in locale, I can’t help but shift as well. I’m tearing up to country music for god’s sake (primarily because it soothes me – I was raised on country and rock), and I’m enjoying the fact that my schedule is no longer jam packed. I feel like one of those 60-year-olds who looks back on her life and remincises about simpler times. I’m now living in those simpler times! And I’m reflecting, and getting choked up. Oy vey.

I don’t wait in many lines or in traffic anymore, but I also don’t get to hang out in my favorite new age bookstore. In fact, there is only one bookstore on the whole island (Borders), but there are more churches than I’ve ever seen in my life! I feel myself get anxious when people aren’t on time or in a hurry – but it’s Hawaii, man – you don’t have to be on time.

Then, I freak out for a moment because I remember that I live on an island.
In the middle of the Pacific.
And I know two people.

And that makes me grateful that my new hair stylist is so damn sweet, that the guy who sold me my car was so laid-back and cool, and how lovely it is to work from home and create my own little island.

What an adventure, yeah?
This is Hawaii-speak, by the way, something I’m picking up.
Today, after stopping at one of the oldest churches in Hawaii (St. Raphael) I couldn’t help but reflect on the myraids of ways that my life has changed.

Thanks for reading! 😉

Much love,
xoHeather

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Number 3

The third time
will be a
charm
He’ll be all that the others
weren’t

He’ll fancy me in the
appropriate ways
Dream of only me
and love me like no other

We’ll never
fight
or yell
or hate
We’ll always be
inspired and
fulfilled and know
that we are
destined
for each
other

The third one
Will be the good one
The right
one,
I’m sure of it.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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Read Write Poem, Inspired Poetry 🙂

Spinning

Sitting

Weightless

And in wonder

Will I fall?

Will I leap?

Will it all end today?

It’s too early to tell

And so I sit

In quiet contemplation

And wait.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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2 c hot water
4 c vegetable stock
2 c green lentils
1 c carrots, chopped
1 small white onion, sliced
2 T parsley
1 T olive oil

Place all ingredients in a crockpot. Simmer on low for 4 hours.

And enjoy!
This soup is spicy, hearty and YUMMY. It’s pretty rich, so I usually only have 1/2 a cup at a time. Pair with heated corn tortillas (turn a stove burner on low and place tortilla, flipping when reaching desired crispiness).

Happy Eating!
Heather 🙂

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Island Days

Sunshine
Hits my
Legs
and forehead
Birds chirp
and roosters scream
The water
in the pool
is cool against my
skin
I yawn
while palm trees
sway
Singing me a
private song
The plumeria trees
whisper their secrets
And the hybiscus
blush with embarrassment
I step in deeper
The water tickles my
hips
Now I’m swaying
with the palm trees
Mimicking their dance
As I become one
with the island.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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The Dancer

Who is this dancing girl?
This girl who craves
Movement
And flip-flops on a sunny
Afternoon
Who reads poetry
While sipping tea
And dreaming of where she’ll live
Next

Who is this girl who questions everything?
Who believes nothing is
Truly simple
And who must assign
Meaning to every
Occurrence
Every sign,
Every mark
Along the way

Who is this girl who is no longer a girl?
Trying to figure out what
Intimacy between friends,
Between lovers,
Between strangers,
Between family
Really is
Hoping that somehow she can figure it all out
Through a poem, or a song or a dance

Who is this girl who loves to create?
A new recipe
A new groove
A new life
Quite possibly for the very act of
Creating
With the dream that
In the end
It will mean something remarkable

This girl, this woman, this lover, this creator is
Me
And there are no labels
Or definitions or confines
Or even a box big enough to contain
My spirit.
It will soar
Simply because
It is meant too.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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Country Music

These days
The only
Thing
That makes
Me feel
At home
Is
Country music
The twang,
George Strait,
And songs of women and beers
Soothes my soul
Makes me remember
Where I am
From
And who I am.
With no one around
No familiarities to call
My own
I reach
For something,
Some shred of evidence
That I am not alone.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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Snow Birds

Matching his and her blue striped towels
Camouflage bathing shorts
And tanned, leathered skin

One thing is missing, though
The conversation.

She barely raises an eye
As he passes by
He watches her closely
Careful not to upset her
After all these years.

She studies her book meticulously
And then becomes bored
He is no longer noticing her
Now, she must get his attention
She may be 65, but she isn’t giving up just yet.

So, carefully
Very carefully
She rises from her lawn chair
and saunters
Steadily, in her full piece
zebra stripe bathing suit
This catches his eye
He watches her carefully
She dips a toe in the pool and wades in
Her eyes lift up, gracefully
They make eye contact

The argument is won
The tension is gone
After 35 years,
They’ve still
Got
It.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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So…here goes!
Feel free to respond with your poetry too. It is National Poetry Month after all.

Alaska

On a pier in
Alaska
You shed a single
tear
And said you wanted to marry
me
We held hands in the darkest night of
nights
And you took my breath
away

With your
insistence
With your
confidence
With your
certainty
That I,
I should be
yours.

I had no answers for you
then
And, I still
don’t.

Just a simple
memory
Of a boy
On a pier in
Alaska.

-Heather Strang
© 2009

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