Sunday, October 31, 2010


A dear friend harbors me this weekend, not all that easy.
Easy for concern, love given of these and other friends but not
For lack of you.

My best show here ever, new people as well as old caring enough
To take home my paintings. Friends well wished but I miss
My finest fan.

Saturday, October 30, 2010


It is good creating something and see it pleases another:
Food prepared, homes well made, children raised, love nurtured.
My paintings sell.

Friday, October 29, 2010


Once again on the road, once again on Branch where
All those years ago I first traveled to join you on
Our marvelous adventure.

It was, you know, marvelous. Our Farm, Finally,
A place to live, to grow, to love. Addresses did change.
Not the love.

Now, not an easy road to drive for more than traffic,
Now, not a road we would want to, heavy with progress, we'd
Now feel misnamed.

Thursday, October 28, 2010


Yesterday I rode with our friend along this river's marshy banks
Places we had yet to go. I am grateful for his good company but, well,
It wasn't you.

But the day was so fine and I enjoyed riding these new trails,
Listening to his tales of who else has lived this land, all the while
Quietly missing you.

I will, you know, miss you. It is part of me now and I hold it,
Remembering you and I, even while reveling in this evening's
A glorious sunset.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


How? How do we touch each other?
How. In the glance, the soft touch we live
In each other.

You did touch and lift and allow me so much
Your love a constant support, well of strength
I thank you.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Vocation, these last past decades mine was our lives together,
Imperfectly but honestly shared. I loved the life we built
Above all else.

Easy to be your wife, easily rewarded as you just loved me;
Nothing else came close. Memory can carry the sustenance of,
Not the substance.

What now the basis of my life, painting was avocation. A switch?
Your love become my avocation. Now possible painting be vocation?
Should it be?

Monday, October 25, 2010


What do I want? How would I name it? Home.
Even now without my heart's love, a place where soul, memories,
I can rest.

Home encompassing a sense of peace, of sanctuary, of comfort.
Requiring wherewithal for support in value of vocation,
Compensation for toil.

So what is to be my vocation. Learn to live with myself.
Allow this should probably be learned here, where
I presently live.


What words can I summon this evening late
That might remotely atone our lost nights,
My mourning hours.

This day unveiled in love for you, every step,
Movement, breath, sound, echoing both
love and loss.


Indeed grateful for all inclusions felt, yet
Recognize that in the laundry of life, am now
An unmatched sock.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


The hours - sweet to tarry and talk with a friend,
Welcomed into her circle filled wisely - are a balm
For strength needed.

Friday, October 22, 2010


Not glad to close the door on our fine animals,
My friends, family such as it is. I am off along
The road alone.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


This night I am looking for sleep
Having filled the day with anticipation
Of tomorrow's road.

This day the room you called your own
Has changed, you would not recognize it
Much, I'm sad.

This morning came with the soft drumming
Of rain, gray light and horses snorting
And dogs snoring.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


Months of movement manages only so much.
So a little I've learned, I'm quieter maybe, sadder, and now
I am tired.

Tired as chores pile, as duties demand attention, and
I wonder what's missed, while crossing done off a list
that never ends.

Tired of really having only myself to rely on, inept,
unorganized, unstable, unclear, wondering how one keeps
a steady course.

Monday, October 18, 2010


Through these past fall days, with company or no,
I walk under skies magnificent, weather soft and you
Ever in mind.

Sunday, October 17, 2010


Deep clear blue skies soar above, we ride a morning
searching for glory. With company, I see this beauty
Alone without you.

Saturday, October 16, 2010


In a moment, odd, it hits our old friends
That however finely we might speak of you,
You are gone.

A gesture, remark, the order of your shop,
It hits, you are gone. Then, the moment moves on,
As do they.

Normal, of course, I recognize others will get on,
Natural to do. I know 'we' were paramount only
To you and me.

Friday, October 15, 2010


A day of prepping for friends coming to visit
Of cleaning and cooking and finally welcoming
Our old friends.

Thursday, October 14, 2010


My Dear always said: I never take you for granted. And he never did.
I tried, always, to let him know he was the best part
Of my life.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


"How are you?" rhetorical, waits to hear, "Good, and you?"
Only, I am not, good. But some know not what to say, yet wish
To be there.

I am thankful to stay in their loop, glad for the time given.
Some get it, returning to normal is never, at best
A different normal.

This kindness of friends, their words of you, often laced with humor,
Allows me motion beyond the grip of grief to a place I might hold it
On my own.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


Quiet morning moments when not a cat sleeps on your side,
Coffee pot needs cups for just one, Delbert McClinton really is giving
It up alone.

Shadows on the workshop path are made by sun shade alone;
Dinner is only me and candles lit in memory, in late moments I lay
finally to sleep

On abed that could be narrowed by half. When I will know
Grief, light or dark, knocks and grief hits daily while my
Heart miss beats.

Monday, October 11, 2010


Spent the day barefoot padding the backside of Assateague,
Shell-picking with a youngster who would rather not ride
Good beach day

Sunday, October 10, 2010


In a friends sweet visit I find comfort, movement for body, soul
We paint from a neighbor's yard a setting sun in glory and
Drink their wine.

Saturday, October 9, 2010


My name is common - as is yours, my love.
A painting friend and I address to each "the other Linda"
Now another Linda

Walks a path so similar to ours, my love.
Another Jack has left another Linda behind, yet again
Another Linda alone.

We are left to our farewells: fare well our loves.
We fear fair will not be a commodity soon we'll see -
Lost too love.

Friday, October 8, 2010


Sweet day and evening with painting friends, our work displayed well,
I watch and listen as folks swelled and simple speak their joy
Of our work.

It is a fine thing so many value the work we do
Marvelous when they part with money to take it home
An honor sublime.

As is even, hearing the longing of those who can't afford
But are souls captivated by our simple brushwork, wishing
It was theirs.

Thursday, October 7, 2010


What can I say? The months have piled atop my mind and
I have worked my way through, missing you, as fine as possible but
I am tired.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


The light washes clear, soft, across the far fields and marshes
Under skies tinted cerulean through cobalt filled with dramatic
Purple hues clouds.

The light of three candles cast golden glows and I garner sustenance
From the memories of your love, the support of your friends with the
Food I prepare.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


These days go by not any easier, go not without crying,
However I may look; not by without a thought or three of
Considerations of dying.

However fine the moment, the hour spent, the shallowed
Days clicked off, life clicked off, we both believed time
Here is hallowed.

However hollow the present portion unshared, one must bear;
Beliefs do not allow for shadings, I think now can not risk
Infinity not shared.

Monday, October 4, 2010


Quietly this day slipped by while other things required tending.
I kept in mind, in heart, quietly, where once on this day we were
And remember quietly.

Twenty three years it would have been.

I would give the world, all of it, in a heartbeat to have you back.
Perhaps, in some way, I have done that - to have had our love
For the time we did.

Sunday, October 3, 2010


Ah what is faith? How to express it? Our Arlo,
Even Cooper, have by faith, a better chance
To see you.

For Faith I find a dear friend, not so within.
Only there find tenets stubborn, sorry, yet
Keep me going.

In humor black I would google death swift
Yet a latent tail of hurricane this night just
Kills the connection.

Saturday, October 2, 2010


Smiling friends come sit with me in the gallery,
Bringing smiles & solace for the soul; then sweet music
For the evening.

Friday, October 1, 2010


It is with mixed feelings I take to the road this day.
Has all the motion done any good? Yes, but doesn't keep me
From missing you.

It was with mixed feelings I went into this evening,
Seeing some who did come to see my work and me, know some
Didn't, without you.

Glad for welcomes from friends here, glad for seeing
Some paintings sell. Hard not to see who was offering wine
Was not you.