tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031137514009685562024-03-14T00:58:18.538-04:00A Garland for AshesLinda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.comBlogger1447125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-73409628765824306942022-01-06T20:41:00.003-05:002022-01-06T20:41:38.503-05:001/6/22, ode to grand marnier<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">I have learned to live with </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">you not</span></span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: red;"> here. Not so well</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: red;"> </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">with just myself.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19px;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">I was better with you.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">This procession now, alone, is slow, </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">mishaps, mistakes abound.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19px;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">Memory, enhanced by a sweet</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="color: red;">Orange liquor, you, quietly caring,</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="color: red;">I can continue.</span></span></p><div><span style="font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></div>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-32830067073324322362021-04-26T08:00:00.002-04:002022-01-06T17:33:45.517-05:004/26/21<p> <span style="color: red;">All the memories and feelings still hold true. It is your birthday, and I am so much older now. Navigating these seas has not always been easy and this shore, perhaps not one you would’ve chosen. Nonetheless, you now reside here, in my heart. </span></p>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-23675927882808362332021-01-06T20:00:00.002-05:002022-01-06T17:32:14.732-05:001/6/21<p><span style="color: red;"> Eleven years ago. </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">This date is sacred to me. </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">I am saddened whenever I hear of another </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">going through such sorrow. </span></p><p><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red;">Yet on this sacred day, </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">call it Epiphany, King’s Day, Nollaig na Mbabane, </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">or just grief, </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">what happened this day angers me as much that day recast me. </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">And those who voted for and espoused </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">the lies </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">enough to attack the government, </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">when they chose sedition, they crossed the line of kind. </span></p><p><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red;">They are beyond shame. </span></p>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-84153369896687891802020-06-11T23:59:00.000-04:002020-06-12T09:16:49.857-04:006/11/20<span style="color: red;">With you now comes your sister, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">on this day the family you were born into </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">is again together. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">This world, it was a sweeter place </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">for having been graced by its presence and hearts, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">mourns her passing. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As do I, my heart is heavy with loss,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">my prayers call, may where you all are now </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">welcome her and rejoice.</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-79702489308658530452020-01-06T21:00:00.000-05:002020-06-12T09:02:59.531-04:001/6/20<div class="p1" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span class="s1" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: red;">This light I walked through when I had to acknowledge, accept and know. A clear, crystalline, exceptional light that this cool epiphany day a decade later, I recognize. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: red;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: red;">And all the creatures we did harbor, give home to, horses, dogs, cats, even goldfish, they are on your side now. May they have found you and give you cheer. This one, this one, she does her best for me here.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Time is its own entity. and we do not control it. Time is so long ago, and so quick, eras have passed. I have felt all cardinal points of their compass, and hold it heart close.</span></div>
Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-51775109174441845342019-10-04T08:29:00.000-04:002019-10-05T08:29:57.628-04:00!0/4<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;">32 yrs ago, was a wonderful day. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;">Traditionally on this anniversary, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">gifts that move </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">would be given. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Lapis lazuli would be bestowed. </span><br style="caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">today will paint with ultramarine blue, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;">dream of riding horses, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;">perhaps a conveyance of a different ilk will occur soon</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(29, 33, 41); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;">miss you.</span></span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-59699945221734045092019-04-26T23:30:00.003-04:002019-04-26T23:30:55.755-04:004/26<span style="color: red;">I miss you every day.</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-21099508792764500642018-04-26T22:31:00.000-04:002018-04-27T22:31:46.228-04:004/26<span style="color: red;">70, you would've been. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I now am a year older than </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">ever you were.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Spread mulch this day, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">probably the last time</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">will do it here,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Where you last lived with me</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">This beautiful farm</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"> I now prepare</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">It to encompass</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">a new life,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I do too</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-53488614688235123342018-01-09T21:24:00.001-05:002018-01-09T22:13:21.836-05:001/9/18 Tuesday<span style="color: red;">Bereft</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">For so long a time I felt your care</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">For so long enough to be with me</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">you are gone and I go where?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">In lockstep, a bonded pair</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">In your heart my place to be</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">For so long a time I felt your care</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Kept close at bay the walls of fear</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Kept close the love of you for me</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">you are gone and I go where?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Once home was just one thought near</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Once alone a place I could not see</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">For so long a time I felt your care</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Only know from soul’s deep sphere </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Only love comes with no guarantee.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">For so long a time I felt your care</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">you are gone and I go where</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-81811701599965575582018-01-07T21:21:00.000-05:002018-01-09T21:22:04.252-05:001/7/18 sunday<span style="color: red;">Twilight</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Banners sky sweep shades of Prussian blue</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Clouds softly stretched ‘gainst turquoise hues</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">On indigo edges</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Songs from the sedges</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Waterfowl call evening adieu</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-14953170153231509212018-01-06T21:59:00.000-05:002018-01-06T22:06:26.407-05:001/6<span style="color: red;">Still in graciousness of evening </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I come watching the sun </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">set in the skies amazing, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">for where that golden light </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">gilds, there I see you. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">And mind these words </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">of a songstress: "You </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">have been gone long </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">enough, just come back." </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">just come back,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I whisper too,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">through all i am,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I whisper:</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">just come </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">back.</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-72847406739530702242017-12-31T08:48:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:49:10.664-05:0012/31<span style="color: red;">There is a sense of place, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">that I have found sweet and best,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">quiet, leaving barely but a trace </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">where love may now must rest.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Each close, touching yet graced apace,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Tucked in gently beneath my heart.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Mine for you and yours for me,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">counterpoint, counterpart,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">love placed so, set to softly carry</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">my soul sustained as I impart:</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">from my thoughts far you will never be</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Having sought, and found this revered lee</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-4122880972407124962017-12-24T08:46:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:46:36.158-05:0012/24<span style="color: red;">Pentimento</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">You wrote for my eyes </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I miss you always.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I read and reread that, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Cry or smile? do both. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">and, miss you as well.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Never imagined this life,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I’d live so alone</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Where once I shared</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">All within your arms</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">we both knew</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">love gives no</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Guarantees of forever</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: red;">Yet I</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">choose: remember</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Love </span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-27676963423566958362017-12-16T08:45:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:45:13.536-05:0012/16<span style="color: red;">I have leaned</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">against the length</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">of your body,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">wanting more.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Leaned resting there,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">into your warmth,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">anchored,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">letting my own body</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">drawn, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">soften into</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">along yours.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I have leaned in,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">whenever seeing you,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">into the idea of us, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">just,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">leaned in simply</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">for the nearness</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">of you.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I have leaned</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">yearning, asking </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">for, wishing</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">to give more</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Leaned so far</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">equilibrium </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">skewed </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">past center, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">yet I could,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">would, with you</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">lean far.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I have leaned,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">counterweight,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">desired to meld,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">held </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">for you,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">in balance,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">counterbalance,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I have leaned,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">trusting the fulcrum </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">made between only</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">two points</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-68256729497983370112017-12-04T08:29:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:30:07.582-05:0012/4<span style="color: red;">Dusk’s treetops gold-tipped,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">as you once brightened my days,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">sunset hues recalled</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">past sorrows -small, stupendous-</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">to where life is still sweet.</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-79983573283804979072017-12-01T08:41:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:42:03.956-05:0012/1<span style="color: red;">What ever do I know?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">standing by an ocean inlet,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">sun off the turbulent currents,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">not much. particularly about love,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I am out of practice.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">nor have the knack,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">a sea scorer paddles </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">hard and slowly past.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">diving in and out</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">making better headway </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">than I am.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">sun sparking off </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">turbulent currents</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">making headway. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">undercurrents</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-24457578679008351622017-11-30T08:20:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:20:51.317-05:0011/30<span style="color: red;">Once you wished for me love devoured </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">in the sweet dark hours. oh how rare such </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">love can be</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-39545934009304923472017-11-28T08:23:00.000-05:002018-01-04T08:24:14.343-05:0011/28<span style="color: red;">Wishes and wants.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Rarely go to form, do they?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Omission, and the sins of…</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">not the worst but, can still hurt.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Rarely go to form, do they,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">think you tried telling me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Not the worst but, can still hurt.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Wish you had, honestly. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Think you tried telling me</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">maybe friendship would’ve done. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Wish you had, honestly,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">maybe that was ever all you wanted.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Maybe friendship would’ve done.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Omission, and sins of…</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">maybe that was ever all you wanted.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Wishes and wants</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-47082961160483524492017-11-08T19:57:00.000-05:002017-11-12T19:57:45.399-05:0011/8<span style="color: red;">I come to the end of the day</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">in search of solace, gazing, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">to watch the sun set, blazing. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As evening blues go gray,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">leaving clouds in hues still amazing,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I come to the end of the day</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">in search of solace, gazing.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I come allowing this drama to convey</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">a soul beyond woes, appraising </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">the day’s regrets, long past chasing,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I come to the end of the day.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">In search of solace, gazing,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">to watch the sun set, blazing. </span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-3487729874513447182017-10-31T08:25:00.000-04:002018-01-04T08:26:12.611-05:0010/31<span style="color: red;">Read on an old blog of mine. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">after all these years,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">a new note, bringing tears.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Someone wrote of a find, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">asking one once in our sphere,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">of an old saddle with your initials signed.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Reading of you, will now ride it, cherished dear.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">We last only as long, thus I remind,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">as our memories are held clear,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">time moves on past lives that once shined. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A new note, sadness, a smile, tears</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">after all these years.</span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-22025163073260968822017-10-19T18:37:00.000-04:002017-10-19T18:37:04.869-04:0010/19<span style="color: red;">Almost imperceivable, night lightens into day </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">and the first sounds are of birds stirring,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">And now again is that time, simple delight</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">of geese wings overhead whirring, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">And I listen to the many voices, duets </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">calling to each other, then to flocks. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">In the barely brightening daybreak mists, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">now again is that time, wakening to cracking shocks</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">And, from across the marshes, comes </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">echoing to my ears that sharp, low thunder. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">And now listen to the forlorn call of one </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">flying in unison with another no longer. </span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-26624924584449313842017-10-10T09:53:00.000-04:002017-10-12T09:54:21.821-04:0010/10<span style="color: red;">Sun has set,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">and dusk is falling</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Listening, a pair of eagles</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">aloft, chirr-chirr-chirring</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">high in stilling air</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Leaves hanging, twisting</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">in skies darkening, simple</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">silhouettes graying, fading</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Intervening blues</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-12124216514686021512017-10-04T22:33:00.002-04:002017-10-04T22:41:20.069-04:0010/4<span style="color: red;">Woke this day to sun-kissed mists,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">sweet smell of hay drying well.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Memory evoked, near and gone</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">light and sharp as glass.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Grateful for all that has passed,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">all the hay in lofts, al the anniversaries</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">thirty years long.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">These the part only the heart keeps.</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-63063010795217274942017-08-21T19:30:00.000-04:002017-08-30T19:49:28.940-04:008/21 monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">The moon, already on its journey across the sun, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Shrouded that brilliant orb in transmutation,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Daylight to dusk.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And slipping into the warm waters under </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Those pin oaks, with sharp awareness of this </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Attenuated, lucent light,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Realized this strange, changes air has the same depth </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As on that last day when I walked out of time, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Away from you,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Into another forever. </span><br />
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Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203113751400968556.post-38979578169672749922017-08-17T22:31:00.000-04:002017-08-17T22:31:14.219-04:008/17<span style="color: red;">Missed chances to say,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As worry kept me</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Small and still,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Even as soul cried out</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Speak, say, love you.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Missed chances rued.</span>Linda M. Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483121679256889932noreply@blogger.com0