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she says, he says May 21, 2012
I’m sad, she says,
her head resting
upon his shoulder.
Words greeted by silence
that hovers
like a malevolent precipice.
Why, he says, are you choosing
to make yourself sad?
I did not choose to be sad, she says.
So then, why did you say, This is sad? he says.
What? she says.
You said, This is sad, he says.
I did not, she says.
I said, I’m sad. She says.
No. You didn’t, he says.
Yes. I did. She says, sighing.
Silence weaves around them like water
filling between the cracks.
Now,
I’m angry, she says.
inspire haiku May 15, 2012
Inspire means ‘on breath.’
Let your words be in your breath.
Breathe inspiration.
poetry is May 13, 2012
poetry is art in words:
the visual spoken,
essence distilled,
passion
revealed.
poem – borrowed time May 6, 2012
Our sorrowing time
recalling
our borrowing time–
Her falling
from Heaven,
every day an
unexpected gift,
here briefly.
Today has come
unexpected rift,
searing grief.
Her soul’s flown
fleeing and nearing
heaven now.
She’s whole grown
seeing and hearing
in heaven now.
.
.
In memory of Emily Anne March 28, 1986 – May 5, 2012
promise April 21, 2012
Sometimes you capture the most lovely phrases in conversations around you, and they beg to be put into a poem…
.
You are the promise I made to myself,
A gift worth the challenges faced.
You are the promise I dream in faith,
A gift worth the challenges raced.
You are the promise I made to myself.
.
I will fulfil your specific yearning,
A gift of my heart and my time.
I will fulfil the goals unfurling,
A gift of my love and my rhyme.
I will fulfil your specific yearning.
.
You are the promise I made to myself.
the truth about motherhood April 14, 2012
At the moment, I’m thinking about The Cat Years…
.
Giving birth
to all the dreams
of a future,
a blessing
longed for,
imagined
named
years—
decades—
before.
Happiness
held tightly
and blinking brown eyes
sleepily from a blanket
tightly wrapped into
a cocoon of possibility.
.
Walking away,
snarling and critical,
bored and irritated,
cynical.
Mocking talents,
unappreciative of
sacrifices made,
opportunities given.
.
Kindnesses
rebuffed,
communication
ignored,
considerations
declined.
.
Mocking the dreams
and the sweet scent of
hope that lingered
in the folds of
new skin
wrapped tightly
with what we thought
was happiness.
.
Possibility is a
far more pleasant
contemplation
than reality.
waiting April 13, 2012
“Patience is virtue.”
“Time mends all things.”
Yes, yes.
But John Dryden warned in 1680,
“Beware the fury of a patient man.”
Because even the stretchiest elastic
will break when stretched too far.
Still
St. Augustine advised,
“Patience is the companion of wisdom. ”
So, I am fighting
to be wise.
