Wednesday, June 30, 2010


On an open deck overlooking a first beach
Sitting with two old friends, waiting a third,
Waiting the past.

A past bringing forth good memories,
Familiar faces grown beautiful with time
Sketched with wisdom


This day I wake quiet and rested, ready.
Ready to relax and be with my mom,
Ready for comfort.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010


The dogwoods are gone down south, you know.
It is good to see one blossoming here near you,
No longer near.

Here, standing here, kneeling here, weeding here,
Your spot needing more grass, I can not fathom you
Are not here.

Monday, June 28, 2010


The air is sweet in this home
The spaces comfortable and open
The owners, too.

Saturday, June 26, 2010


On wide sweet waters I float on a queenly barge
Past loons larger than we knew and air replete
With soft sounds.

Past piny islands and quiet sanctuaries
Hallowed by wine, food, friends and the care
Of dear friends.

Friday, June 25, 2010


Morning mists lift over the valley river
Driving through that one light town you left
So long ago

The early light did not show the place well,
Perhaps you saw more to stay, it passed by
Me in moments.

Thursday, June 24, 2010


Hardest is learning again about joy.
To you I came finally to rest, now must
Rest with myself.

To bring some joy back to myself, my life
I listen for the joy I hear these others speak of
Painting with a passion.

By the moment, by the brushstroke, by the color
Laid next to each other, nestled well, complimenting
Each others' wonder.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


It is the start, a beginning, couched in the familiar.
Roomed large in uncertainty, far from comfort,
Not the painting.

Beautiful places to paint, beautiful places to stay,
Learning new is pulling hard, no stretch yet, best
Is good company.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


I have driven these highways with tears
Today a friend keeps words exchanging in sweeping
Swirls of ideas.

Monday, June 21, 2010


There are certain skills that need relearning.
First in line is how to face the day, living
A life alone.

What a piece of work I am afraid to pick up,
Look forward, but worse is the static present
Without you here.

So, I am off in this season of movement,
Running off, moving to a place where
Perspective is possible.

Sunday, June 20, 2010


Once again step off, take off, enter again terrain uncertain.
I would say out of my comfort zone but then, these days are all
Out of comfort.

Saturday, June 19, 2010


A day filled with people, friends and food
laughing and riding and keeping company
A good day.

Friday, June 18, 2010


Beyond a day of small satisfactions capped by anticipation,
I await the arrival of friends and their little dingo dog.
A small time normal.

Thursday, June 17, 2010


One week ago it the wee hours past sweet talk and smooth wine
A fox barked his raspy cough sending we two friends scurrying
To tally-ho.

Three times from the darks of two until the first threads of light
We harkened to the cry, excited and bright to hear, hoping to view
This curiosity.

A fox all night returning to just that one window, we thought
Perhaps a bit quirky, more so after another asserted of course,
It was you.


Soft rains patter the dust down, rustle soybeans by the woods
I wait where once you waited, watching gray skies, listening
To deer snort.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Carefully tried, keep tears away, don't mix water with oil.
But cried into colors, they fell and I fell tied not to the painting
Tied to memories.

Sorrow waylays my soul, flooding forth, leaving
My hopes, my nascent balance, shattered again,
Washed by weeping.

Weary beyond sleep, yet rise again from this toil
Waiting to see the deluge pass, lifting my spirit
Beyond desolation again.

Monday, June 14, 2010


How will I learn to live within these looming spaces.
My eyes run with tears, my mind with fears, seeking
Support for these cares

Sunday, June 13, 2010


Once in a time not so far past
I did treasure a day alone to do as I pleased.
Not any longer.

Saturday, June 12, 2010


"Never attribute to malice that
Which can be adequately explained by stupidity".
Hanlon's Razor

Friday, June 11, 2010


Bittersweet, heart given, so much of this time-sweetened week
that fortune good and needed allowed a dearest interlude for
friends to meld.

Thursday, June 10, 2010


Skills we honed this weekend are for life.
Skills to enhance and improve our labors,
Our souls more.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


"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
I miss you like hell"

Tuesday, June 8, 2010


Time lays an undulating swath of concerns,
Which by itself can not fix things, only can give, maybe,
A surface to heal.

Monday, June 7, 2010


Under extraordinary, soft skies we move sweetly
Attentive to each others damaged corners
Leaving healing kisses.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


A handful of months have stolen by,
A clutch of days, of weeks stretching beyond belief.
No substitute for tears.

Saturday, June 5, 2010


"Life is what happens to us
while making other plans."
"Confronted with loss

We can weave the strands of our past into
A new meaningful future we would never have
Planned to live.

Doing so is a conscious choice".

Vic, ottawa

Friday, June 4, 2010


I am a traveler on this strange path,
Not conducive to letting foot or soul
Move easily.

So over stumbling blocks strewn wherever,
I needfully place feet wondering how to turn sharp rocks
Into stepping stones

Thursday, June 3, 2010


What gives a sense of shelter?
Strong walls, a warm fire, plenty to sustain, better
Your arms wrapped round.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


Some mornings I wake and wonder
Where went the girl you fell in love with, now,
Who am I?

Some afternoons I spend restlessly moving,
Loosing myself, looking for some clue, now,
Who I am.

Some evenings I wait for night to fall late,
Forgetting the me you fell for years ago,now,
I am who?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


This was a wonderful place when it was our home.
Now I, who am not sure of much, am not much sure,
It is home.