24 Saturday Jul 2021
Posted in Poetry
The universe told me
Our hands are empty,
They do not contain miracles
Or, even wise words.
Moment by moment,
Only moments,
The brokenness of hearts,
A temporary rise to our feet,
As if to help,
but we didn’t–Did we?
Because our hands are empty.
09 Thursday Apr 2020
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CoronaVirus, Courage, Covid19, Death, Death Poems, Dying, Fear, Fear of Death, Freedom, Hope, Infinite, Life, Loneliness, Loss, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Survival, The Universe, This Pendant World
Wasn’t everyone born
thinking
they belong
here forever,
even death,
we hide
behind closed doors
praying it will passover
us,
the ones we love,
cling to,
this earth,
how it swings
on its chain,
from cold days,
to warm—our lives,
like seasons,
which go on and on;
how can it go on
without us?
18 Saturday May 2019
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Bird Poem, Bird Poems, Bird Poetry, Birds, Death, Divorce, Eternity, Forgiveness, Freedom, Grace, Gratitude, Happiness, Hope, Infinite, Life, Longing, Love, Love Poems, Mercy, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Rain, Sacred, Soul, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Spring, spring poem, Starting Over, Survival, The Universe, Unity, Women's Poems, Yearning
Even the stars are made of this:
sunshine & sweet petrichor.
What comes from above,
and we are made right,
our thirst, our life—
forgiveness,
after years of anger;
we finally feel love again.
The earth wreaks well of redemption,
grace permeates the dry ground.
And, the only sound we hear now,
birds,
who sing of starting over,
or, at least that’s what we hear,
like the smell of fresh water,
among grass, and clover:
sunshine & sweet petrichor.
04 Friday Jan 2019
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Divorce, Forgiveness, Freedom, Life, Love, Memory, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Self, The Universe, Truth
“It isn’t the experience of today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday.” Bob Burdette
The tape that plays
is not always a good tape,
or an accurate replay
of what happened.
What you said,
what I said,
over thirteen years,
a million things.
No, an infinity
of words and actions
that speak louder
than words, truer
than our memories
of one another.
I told you,
when I finally leave,
it will be forever,
and I think you believed me.
If I could do over
I would do the same,
and wish you would.
No part changed.
No person gone.
No person, gone,
brought back.
Remorse? I want to say,
No. I want to say
this unplanned chaos
is part of a plan.
I want to look back,
someday, and say,
This is what I wanted,
where I wanted to be.
21 Tuesday Aug 2018
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Conversations With Maggie, Freedom, Happiness, Loss, Maggie, Poem, Poems, Poetry, The Universe, Unknown
2.
Wander the roads of your happiness,
She said, With no purpose,
Except to wander the roads.
In silence, I watched her walk away,
Wondering where she would go.
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
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Four Quartets, Mind, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Souls, T.S. Eliot, The Universe, Time
Only through time is time conquered,
The continual drip and tick,
Of the universe, our souls, our minds,
It ends, like this–
