Each morning wakingyou are less and less in my first thoughtand shame is passinginto just embarrassmentand simple pain. Yet still my eye– with each flicker of a glanceof what I saw you inthat passes in the roador on the screenor in a passing thought– still shies away,seeks haven in any other thing. But there are …
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Romance is a Cat
I am glad of the catwho keeps company with mefrom time to time sittingbeside me on the arm of the chairor on my arm despitemy need to have it freeand sometimes I pause from workor pull her close against me to restslightly purring against my chestand not body-blocking the viewof keyboard and screen… At night …
The Heat of the Day
hearking back to summer on this snow-graced autumn day Heat of the Day The sun glares down on white concretein evening warms, now stings little bare feet.Upon the couch, or floor or chairor… really, anywherea cat can go,limbs akimbo,bellyfur exposed, shestretches out long as cat can be,cat-naps awaythe heat of the day. 2005
When I’m 63
Achey acheyearly wakeyhave to riseopen my eyesmirror’s in there–crazy bed-hair!turn on heathave to eatstart the teabe 63… 2915
Gone
I thought you’d live forever, though I know it can’t be so–I’ve always known I’d lose you, though I thought you’d never go…There’d be time some perfect day to speak the long-unspoken word,To tell you all I needed to, to be sure that you had heard…That there’d be time to listen, to show how much …
Lament For Love
I’m sorry, I can’t love youlike a love should be…Out here I standbeyond the glass,the wall of distancebetween my heartand the world… Love’s sucha quiet subtle thingso easily drowned outby need and wantand hungers wailingfrom a timethe time when childrenlearn to loveby being loved… I’m sorrymy missing piecesmake this puzzlethat is loveforever incomplete…Yet I want to …
Tolkien Tribute: Symbelmyne
Even here the glimmering simbelmyne growsin the ghostly pale green meads and haunted hollowsfar from the hallows somber in their ordered rowswhere our old bones the cold earth slowly swallows. Of certainty indeed no living person knowsand none but guess what after long life followsyet, even here the glimmering simbelyne growsin the ghostly pale green …
The Long Flight Home
A few years ago, my son was on his way home from college for the holidays, but our airport was under assault by snow and wind, and so incoming flights from other airports, like his, were delayed and then cancelled. I started for the airport, a two-hour trip each way in the weather–3 times, only …
October Days
It starts a little drear and greybeginnings of an autumn daydew revealing spiders highin fir and cedar against the sky…Low-hanging cloud obscures the sunbut it will show before day’s done: webs will move with rainbow glimmer,leaves in breezes, flip and shimmer,sunlight sideways gilds and limnswith memories of summer times,even as the daylight’s goingmaking way for evening …
One of Those Days
Oh I can sit in my warm bedand feel my dayhas been for naughtor worsefor I have fumbled badlywith a friendand feel unloved and distantfrom my joyand happiness that filledthe hours beforethe broken minutewhen it changed… I can sit glumand nurse an achewithin my bellyand my heart as ifforgiveness cannot bealthough this friend I knowis …
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