Monday, January 31, 2011


These few days I spent meandering along roads,
Places, with friends we knew. I am hearthurt
But not disheartened.

Sunday, January 30, 2011


What can I say? It has been over a year now.
No longer can I think: last, this day, of what
we were doing.

Time has sent my soul eddying to a new distance
And although as alone as then, not so numb
Or in shock.

Time, to me, may still be sorrowfuL but wider-eyed
I carry it carefully, ever aware, even as I learn
Life lived alone.

Thursday, January 13, 2011


For twelvemonth threading through my brain: last year
This time we were doing. Now? Last year this time,
I was alone.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


On the eve of the 6th, Steve Early showed sketches which
Wrought my soul to tears, leaving me reeling between visions,
grief and mourning.

Oh, my darling, I now live grief and mourning.
The former may never totally abate, the latter needs must
be lived through.

Would have hocked much for both paintings that called but
Mourning was taken, as well it should be, leaving grief ever soft
In my soul.

painting by Stephen Early; however he names it, I call it: "Grief".

Thursday, January 6, 2011


In the coolness of the breeze off a wide river
I walked with you in my thoughts, in my mind,
In my heart

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


Why come? Then, did see two small luminous paintings
Studies which cried out: "Grief", "Mourning". Tears welled
Just seeing them.

Was doing this workshop good, I ask? Yet, if not
Done, I would have missed the comfort brought by
These two paintings.

Moved by the images, the paint, forms and color;
Maybe I am in the rightest place I can be
On this day.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


Start simple, refine, analyze; painting is a series
Of questions and response, of laying foundations,
Of orchestrating insight.

Monday, January 3, 2011


Work in stages, early is the time to feel for the essence,
The abstract movements, for essentials that define; the
Calligraphy that speaks.


An evening with friends
Dinner hosted by neighbors
By special people.

Grateful to be encircled by them
These caring folks, sorrowful, teary, for
Whom I miss.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


This was a glorious, beautiful day
I did take the go-go's walking several times
Along farm roads,

Trying not to think so much as let the mind
Settle into the soft, warmer air trying just staying
In the moment.

Letting the pain, the hurt seep through, it will be
Here with me, and I know the comfort of your love
I'll always carry.