Wednesday, June 28, 2017

pain and pastel (a two part poem)






































like a river birch in the rain
she bows low

pain dripping
from her branches

the soil below 
soaked in sorrow

*This morning i ask myself, “is there anything i can do, (anything at all) to ease the sorrow of my friend.” Words are hollow this day. Maybe a bit of color can lift her head, if even for a moment. Shall i send her a watercolor? Then…..


the questioner 
asked

can you
paint her a 
reason

can your pastel
flowers
give promise

to her pain?





*And my answer is no. 
But 

yes, i can send color and kindness. Yes, i can let her know she is “seen”. 

Friday, June 16, 2017

rusted






































the loss of him
left sorrow
rusted

lamentation
lasting
a life time




















“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”  ~Anne Lamott

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night...."  ~Edna St. Vincent Millay



Monday, June 5, 2017

like my neighbor's fence

















time 
  flows 
        on

through 
and beyond 


the horizon



“And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to an end; but that was not to be.”
~The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis