Sunday, February 14, 2016

2/14 Sunday

A lift today from liam neeson's words: 
"Everyone says love hurts, but that 
Is not true. 

Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. 
Losing someone hurts. 
Envy hurts. 

Everyone gets these things confused 
With love, but in reality love is 
The only thing 

In this world that covers up all 
Pain and makes someone 
Feel wonderful again. 

Love is the only thing 
In this world that 
Does not hurt".

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

2/9 Tuesday

Two steps forward, one step back,
Or the other way around, depends
On the day.

Today was a step forward, back
Into welcoming the hours for
All they encompass

And all they give, for the moments 
Of service, to those of rest,
All are good.

Monday, February 8, 2016

2/8 Monday

My eyes are healing well.
I have a few more weeks
Of odd sight,

Before being fitted for new glasses.
I wander the days, lost in perspectives.
None quite right

For what I need to see, not visually, 
Not emotionally. Both needing time
To reconsider right.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

2/7 Sunday

Allowed myself to be distracted, 
In many ways. Allowed another 
to sidetrack me,

Bushwhack me with thoughts
Of caring and affection where
There is none

But my own wistfulness wish
For then, loosing needing being
On my own.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

2/6 Saturday

Have allowed myself to be distracted, 
From painting, from thinking, so go enjoy
A silly play.

Friday, February 5, 2016

2/5 Friday

Woke to a soft scarf of snow covering all, 
A quiet snow doing its frosting thing
Just being pretty.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

2/4 Thursday

This morning friends leave early. 
Yes, I am saddened but let them
Go, knowing, feeling

The connection of shared time.  
The day goes hushed with the aftermath
Of leave taking.

In the ensuing quiet, am left considering
Where paths have been moved by love,
And where not.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

2/3 Wednesday

Friends slept, and I bundled 
In the turtle blanket 
Did trundle out

To watch the stars swirl high, twirling 
Through moonless skies, brilliant bits
Of diamond light.

Dozing below these bright sharp notes, 
The cold seeps deeply through, until,
I wake amazed.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

2/2 Tuesday

For the past sixty years
I have been nearsighted, it is
All I know.

Now the rest of my days 
I’ll be longsighted, can see
In mid flight

The wing marks of a hawk,
But not the weave of my canvas
Without visual help.

2/1 Monday

Early, the second eye done, then,
Friends ferry me to breakfast
And onward home.