Saturday, July 30, 2011


South to kayak barrier islands between states, to pait,
Walk the flats, swim,acept this pleasant periphery and
Clam for dinner.

Thursday, July 28, 2011


Wandering these towns and shores, finding, painting
Places with this friend, being in this area that feels closer to
Familiar than not,

Wondering, is it possible, feasible to consider, that
A place like these, that have been sweet to my eyes,
Could be home.

Monday, July 25, 2011


With a friend and her sister, wander this city we both knew,
The streets, the places, passed where once we walked,
I see anew.

Without you is bittersweet this day, I walked noting
familiar and differences, remembering past days, wondering
What is next.

Sunday, July 24, 2011


To visit as a tourist, a guest, where I grew up,
To sit and listen to beautiful music in a Newport cottage
With a friend.

Once we roamed Vienna hearing the lovely music,
Not so much near home. With company this
Was so good.

Was good to be with this friend.
Who has always opened her home to us,
Now to me.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


I am, of course, capable of flying on my own.
Of course I am. But can't help missing you
Aren't next to me.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Robert Frost said: Home is the place where,
When you have to go there, they have to
Take you in.

Once I did have a place where home was easy to be.
Now I do know it is gone and I hate what might be left is:
They have to.

This the hardest lesson to learn, that they may have to.
Family is not mine, as I have not much beyond what is buried.
Alone is hard.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Into the height of summer madness, go painting
The teeming boardwalk. Brightness on my brush as others
Enjoy the moment.

What a good weekend spent among the throngs
of summer, painting, seeing, hearing fun, seeing the joy
It gives others.

How sweet to spend time painting what I want and
Have others smile yes to the beauty they happily see
Through my eyes.

Friday, July 15, 2011


Little can I do but pray that your sister
Identifies less with her mother, with you
And chooses well.

For I do know you did not give up life,
For you were full forward until
that last moment

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


A year and seven months out, severed and at sea
Totally adrift, yet wondering what it might look like,
That opposite shore.

For it does come down to, what hounds my thoughts, sleep,
Drains my dreams: if I had been a better wife would you
Still be here.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Miss doesn't hit the mark. Crave comes closer, as
I do yearn, crave, entreat, beseech, implore; just simply
Pine for you.

Monday, July 11, 2011


Hubris, I'll own it, smug once in the glory of you and me,
The complete twain, a perfect couplet, needing never fear, now?
Going so alone.

Monday, July 4, 2011


A morning spent moving through these spaces
Once occupied by two lives, now held alone, I
Go meet friends.

Sunday, July 3, 2011


Good friends have kept me going,
Their time and patience as I figure out
Just being me.

Saturday, July 2, 2011


Hot days, these, as a friend and I set up to paint
Along the barrier islands, these skies, marshes, ponies,
waters and memories.

Friday, July 1, 2011


The closest ever I felt to god
was riding next to my Dear on good horses
Beneath beautiful skies.