holding grief in my
hands like a soft little bird
a silent captive
by 
Words
Words, I knew
had power
and then, I learned
they had beauty too,
formed the ground
for mystery.
I was
in love
not knowing then what comes to me now-
I’d found a faithful friend,
one that would
sit with me in pain,
dance across the page with joy.
In my heart we
ran away together.
by Here
can I be found here
in short verse
no longer silenced
by layers of loss?
Today some words came to me-
the first in over a year.
All this time I thought I’d never write again
because life took all the words from me.
Suddenly it feels possible
to move beyond this silence.
by Fall Poem
Ahead I see
the forest
on fire.
Torches of sun-gold aspen
lit and luminous
lifting
flickering leaf-flames
to the pale
and placid
onlooking sky.
Summer Poem
tiny flower
pushed through
hard earth
grew
lifted its face
to light
to life
tiny flower
beautiful
blooming
by The Path
Harsh Truth
Oh, hey!
I’m OK,
glad you asked.
Er, that’s right-
you didn’t.
But I’m making it through,
suicidal son and all…
my heart shredded,
food like dust on my tongue,
flesh melting from my bones.
Is this what it’s come to?
this world?
this culture?
Or am I the only one who feels it?
We are unattached
disconnected
LONELY.
It doesn’t take much time,
effort- yes,
concern- yes,
to ask
to be present while I answer.
So what am I to think?
What comes to me is
you don’t care-
(and you and you and you),
because you don’t ask,
And I’m alone
here in my despair.
by I cup my soul
to hold this pain
it makes no sense to me
thought I flew
but didn’t know
twas drowning in the sea
sorrow sorrow
weighs me down
while lying on my bed
fear and hatred
gyre around
like tantrums in my head
thought I flew
who knew? who knew?
twas drowning in the sea
by This Sea is stormy
dark grey carried
by Wind furious
by rain
Sky weeping
wind rain pain.
As I watch
an emptiness fills me
vast and pulsing
unending, repeating like
push pull of tide
day night sun rain wind calm
The endlessness of it all
all of it endless
bereft
bereaved
empty .
I don’t want this anymore
this too much pain
I lay in bed and don’t want it to be true
don’t want to be the one
the mother
Responsible
for passing on such darkness
such stormy wind- furious weep- raining
to my child
It is a thousand knives through my heart to see his hollow eyes
by what the sea brings
mostly pieces of
something
that once was
beautiful or
useful
now just shards sharp enough
to
cut
you
Sometimes
something
whole
a masterpiece created
by the
relentless pounding heartless crushing
sometimes
beauty
I give what I have found
I take what I have found here
I place it in the hand of a little girl
she looks at me eyes expectant
hopeful
thank you she says softly
I look away because in my eyes she might see the truth
in time
hope dims
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