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70, you would've been.
I now am a year older than
ever you were.
Spread mulch this day,
probably the last time
will do it here,
Where you last lived with me
This beautiful farm
I now prepare
It to encompass
a new life,
I do too
Bereft
For so long a time I felt your care
For so long enough to be with me
you are gone and I go where?
In lockstep, a bonded pair
In your heart my place to be
For so long a time I felt your care
Kept close at bay the walls of fear
Kept close the love of you for me
you are gone and I go where?
Once home was just one thought near
Once alone a place I could not see
For so long a time I felt your care
Only know from soul’s deep sphere
Only love comes with no guarantee.
For so long a time I felt your care
you are gone and I go where
Twilight
Banners sky sweep shades of Prussian blue
Clouds softly stretched ‘gainst turquoise hues
On indigo edges
Songs from the sedges
Waterfowl call evening adieu
Still in graciousness of evening
I come watching the sun
set in the skies amazing,
for where that golden light
gilds, there I see you.
And mind these words
of a songstress: "You
have been gone long
enough, just come back."
just come back,
I whisper too,
through all i am,
I whisper:
just come
back.
There is a sense of place,
that I have found sweet and best,
quiet, leaving barely but a trace
where love may now must rest.
Each close, touching yet graced apace,
Tucked in gently beneath my heart.
Mine for you and yours for me,
counterpoint, counterpart,
love placed so, set to softly carry
my soul sustained as I impart:
from my thoughts far you will never be
Having sought, and found this revered lee
Pentimento
You wrote for my eyes
I miss you always.
I read and reread that,
Cry or smile? do both.
and, miss you as well.
Never imagined this life,
I’d live so alone
Where once I shared
All within your arms
we both knew
love gives no
Guarantees of forever
Yet I
choose: remember
Love
I have leaned
against the length
of your body,
wanting more.
Leaned resting there,
into your warmth,
anchored,
letting my own body
drawn,
soften into
along yours.
I have leaned in,
whenever seeing you,
into the idea of us,
just,
leaned in simply
for the nearness
of you.
I have leaned
yearning, asking
for, wishing
to give more
Leaned so far
equilibrium
skewed
past center,
yet I could,
would, with you
lean far.
I have leaned,
counterweight,
desired to meld,
held
for you,
in balance,
counterbalance,
I have leaned,
trusting the fulcrum
made between only
two points
Dusk’s treetops gold-tipped,
as you once brightened my days,
sunset hues recalled
past sorrows -small, stupendous-
to where life is still sweet.
What ever do I know?
standing by an ocean inlet,
sun off the turbulent currents,
not much. particularly about love,
I am out of practice.
nor have the knack,
a sea scorer paddles
hard and slowly past.
diving in and out
making better headway
than I am.
sun sparking off
turbulent currents
making headway.
undercurrents
Once you wished for me love devoured
in the sweet dark hours. oh how rare such
love can be
Wishes and wants.
Rarely go to form, do they?
Omission, and the sins of…
not the worst but, can still hurt.
Rarely go to form, do they,
think you tried telling me.
Not the worst but, can still hurt.
Wish you had, honestly.
Think you tried telling me
maybe friendship would’ve done.
Wish you had, honestly,
maybe that was ever all you wanted.
Maybe friendship would’ve done.
Omission, and sins of…
maybe that was ever all you wanted.
Wishes and wants
I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing,
to watch the sun set, blazing.
As evening blues go gray,
leaving clouds in hues still amazing,
I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing.
I come allowing this drama to convey
a soul beyond woes, appraising
the day’s regrets, long past chasing,
I come to the end of the day.
In search of solace, gazing,
to watch the sun set, blazing.
Read on an old blog of mine.
after all these years,
a new note, bringing tears.
Someone wrote of a find,
asking one once in our sphere,
of an old saddle with your initials signed.
Reading of you, will now ride it, cherished dear.
We last only as long, thus I remind,
as our memories are held clear,
time moves on past lives that once shined.
A new note, sadness, a smile, tears
after all these years.
Almost imperceivable, night lightens into day
and the first sounds are of birds stirring,
And now again is that time, simple delight
of geese wings overhead whirring,
And I listen to the many voices, duets
calling to each other, then to flocks.
In the barely brightening daybreak mists,
now again is that time, wakening to cracking shocks
And, from across the marshes, comes
echoing to my ears that sharp, low thunder.
And now listen to the forlorn call of one
flying in unison with another no longer.