05 Sunday Apr 2020
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Alone, CoronaVirus, Covid19, Death, Fear of Death, Grace, Hope, Loneliness, Loss, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Survival, This Pendant World, Winter, Yearning
1.
Grace,
where are you now,
embraced in loneliness,
poetry was a kiss,
now it’s this:
today, a fog—
from doorstep
to trees,
to sky—
all blended in white,
our world reduced
to blindness.
07 Thursday Mar 2019
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Afterlife, Aging, Alone, Courage, Death, Happiness, Hope, Life, Loneliness, Love Poems, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Survival, Tulip, Yearning
Like the yellow tulip,
who blooms every year
in the pit behind our house,
who was dumped, long ago,
after her blossoms were spent—
yet, she screams, I’m still alive!—
every spring, among garbage
and weeds; like that tulip,
you don’t belong here.
27 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry
My love of him will crush me
to dust, bone against bone
of my heart bones.
He’s gone away,
and gone is a crushing
must of memory, sweet
sweet smile of eyes.
You see, disparity’s the fall,
the disparity of everything,
and nothing at all.
31 Friday Aug 2018
Posted in Uncategorized
Tags
Alone, Aloneness, Conversations With Maggie, Loneliness, Longing, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry
There is only joy in love, she said.
But what about grief, I asked,
The grief that feels like stone?
That’s fear, she said, when you think
love is gone. Love is never gone.
26 Sunday Aug 2018
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Tags
Alone, Aspen Trees, choices, Conversations With Maggie, Crocus, decisions, Hope, Isolation, Life, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry
Only you can answer the question,
for we’re alone in our decisions;
Can the aspen advise the crocus?
You and I are that different, she said.
Yet, their roots are intertwined, I said.
