Tuesday, August 31, 2010


We are buffeted, bullied by Atlantic storm waves
Surged high, giving a free rein on high winds allowing
Respite from grief.

Monday, August 30, 2010


A gift today of company, sweet little"sister"in law and
A time to be together remembering other days, these days, you,
To be family.

Sunday, August 29, 2010


Along sun-dappled warming roads, I ride with Faith,
Soon to hear her sing and where I no longer have song,
Hers lift me.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


Look within the moment, for each is it's own small piece,
And prepare a place that allows one to weigh one's humor
Breath by breath.

Friday, August 27, 2010


Two friends paint with me, work with me on
An idea Annie & I have. Good to see what works, to
See them work.

Later their husbands bring lobsters and butter and wine.
An evening of talk, a house happy with guests and I yes, but
Miss you so.


Like young puppies full of life, of love
Come the pair I saw married months back to
Visit with me,

Ride horses with me, with a friend,
Break bread, talk of their time, old times,
Times with you.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Tonight a full moon shines bright and the tides rise high
As high as ever they did this last terrible winter past, flooding
Only to ebb low.

Tonight a cacophony of honks heralds a first flight of geese
A ragged arrow arcing west, wings whir-whirring which
Only I hear.

Tonight yet again I will lie my head down
On a single pillow, under sheets air cooled,
Only one alone.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010


This closet holds two dear hugs woven from threads
Dyed colors sweet, but sweeter yet the thoughts one
Held for me.

The gift's beauty is reflected in the dearness of the giver,
Whose thoughts of wrapping arms around the relentless tide of
Grief's hard sway

In hopes of proffering comfort in a moment gentled in a plait
Of softly dyed threads, reminds one of the loveliness held here,
A sweet blessing

Monday, August 23, 2010


During this hour, these yesterdays and tomorrows
I go about the day doing little of difference, seems, than
Ever I did.

Walk the dogs, throw hay to horses, tidy the place,
Talk with friends, paint and do my chores as
Ever I did.

But ever before all done in the beautiful cocoon
Of our community of two, now in singled solitude as
Never I did.

Sunday, August 22, 2010


How words can hurt and I did allow a friend's unwitting
Ones to cut me, for certain because they would have you,
Had you heard.

Had you been here today, riding with us, with me
The only term used in the joshing would have been
Frugal, no doubt.

And I could reword a phrase too. So, we both repent,
Jeesopeet, the words misused and the pain caused.
I miss you.

Saturday, August 21, 2010


I do manage to keep on, trucking I suppose, filling time
Sometimes fixing it to my needs, keeping myself
Upright and steady.

But not a day, an hour, a minute passes that loneliness
Creeps content to fill your space in me with despair, however
Hard I hold.

Friday, August 20, 2010


This morning out by the door to your studio I painted
This view of the soft light across the fields we found
Pleasing through us.

Thursday, August 19, 2010


For there is no aloneness, no solitude, no obligation to isolation
Vowed as fierce as this placed between us, unchosen, life now a line
Changed by kind.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


This summer spent working elsewhere is done and I,
I have returned to a lull, a neap in the tides of progress to
This place alone.

Hope was to earn these months the hard will to gather
The glass shards I sleep with and through this fiery drought,
Reshape my metal.

Brittle the glass of my heart, yeah molten would easier mold,
But this anguish of soul, heralded by loneliness, can not break easy
Past the solitude.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Getting started is not a simple thing, even through this summer
Spent seeking orientation, looking for the gesture sweeping
Enough to carry.

These small onsets, small paintings of small concepts held dear
Encompass the large gesture of a friend's consent to share her
Ideas with mine.

Monday, August 16, 2010


Faith's birthday, close to mine. These last years we four shared dinner
And drinks, laughter, two couples. This year is commemorated quieter,
A tradition nipped.

Saturday, August 14, 2010


The day is split, flying here, driving there, goodbyes to a friend
Whose kindness is a sweet balm, entering this house, once home,
Do I mind.


We return this cooler morning to paint more joined
By another and our teacher. I stand watching him work,
New perceptions rise.

Friday, August 13, 2010


Under ever changing skies, rain and hot sun
This group paints, a harmony resting over all,
Peace for learning

Thursday, August 12, 2010


Between waves of pain, between waiting
for relief, this is mine alone to deal with until
friends come though.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Today was laid flat, as once were you,
By a kidney stone, having to deal with this
without you

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


Do not get too complicated to quickly
Compare ones values against each other
Consider the harmonies.

Monday, August 9, 2010


Here is what I can still not fathom:
How to make good decisions, good choices, then
Stick to them

Choices that must reverberate across my very soul,
Roils in turbulence sure to change a life as wholly as
Did your death.

Sunday, August 8, 2010


On the move again, the car and bags packed
Tickets, boarding passes confirmed, with a friend
Am moving off,

Saturday, August 7, 2010


I am grateful for friends and family who care and stand by me,
Who love me anyway. I am grateful for the years together with you but
Did want more.

Friday, August 6, 2010


Epiphany: a sudden intuitive perception of
Or insight into the reality or essential meaning
Of something...

Usually initiated by some simple occurrence or experience.
Yes, I did get insight, perception into a reality
Seven months ago

Thursday, August 5, 2010


One could say, I've been coping with coming home
To an empty house by staying away so long, so often, even
It looks good

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


Home now really isn't much easier but I am more centered.
The future still looks murky but, hey I needn't clean it up
this very instant.

To help I have sought others in a like way
Hoping their support and wisdom will in time help
Thankful they are there.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010


No, not so very ugly, just confused still.
No surprise there and I am letting things settle,
Looking for rest.

Monday, August 2, 2010


You, Dear, I would implicitly heed. As one says, am I
a mean spiteful bloodsucker leeching care from those
I consider friends?

Am I now an ugly thing confusing, using
Others to my benefit only, not caring or carrying
My own grief.

A sticky bit, however, that stresses this is mine alone
On all levels, that no other should I lean on, not others since
no longer you.

Mine the concern only
Mine to just deal with it
Mine alone, bitch,


This day I sit the gallery, this day a painting of mine sold,
Gone to grace another's home. Would that I could just call
And tell you.