Monday, August 31, 2015

8/31 Monday

Another allowed how often what upsets 
Us so with someone else is the recognition of
Ourself in them. 

My impatience, lack as a teacher, carrying
too much hurt and jealous of those who have
Another to share,

All mine, these faults, wherever I see them.
Mine, yes and yet, am I really the only one
At fault here? 

Thursday, August 27, 2015

8/27/15 Thursday

Another friend has called me an awful person.
I have treated her badly and unkindly, been
Hurtful and frightening.

One, I may be able to dismiss but now two?
I have to own it. And must remember I can 
Count the people

Who care for me on less than one hand. Remember,
Goad self: suck in, lay low, all are better. Should,
Really, just leave.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

8/13, Thursday

I asked as a child, please G-d don’t let me live 
And die in the only one place as did my elegant aunt.
And G-d didn’t.

Later in life I swore never again would one dear to me
Die without that last voice heard, touch felt should be mine.
G-d granted that.

Mine was the last voice, touch for you. I am glad. I will 
Live alone, die alone, untouched, unheard. Of G-d, I will
Ask no more.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

8/11 Tuesday

Revue: life as linder. I can love again. Another, even
Myself, finally. I have had good love. I will not
Settle for less.

Monday, August 10, 2015

8/10 Monday

To tired to move, I have pushed too much, finally 
Hang that hammock, spend the rest of the day
Reading and sleeping.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

8/8 Saturday

Second Saturday again. I sell. Meet the young man
I painted, horse paintings are liked, things
Are going well

Friday, August 7, 2015

8/7 Friday

Six decades now I have walked this earth.
Never did I think at this point to be dependent
Solely on myself.

Half a decade, now, I have had to assimilate
This through my heart and soul. Yet, ends still
Dangle hurtfully raw

And I still find weighing choices alone
Not pleasant, somewhat easier. Just still miss you 
doing it, too

last week was fun, this one hard. Doing things
For the shop, I have driven myself past strength 
To bone-tired weary.

It is doing well. Now for myself on this day,
Another choice, give the same attention
Now for myself.