Heart’s Desire

Jul 18, 2012 | Last Line First

These waking heart-dreams, things the body knows That mind would like to highjack, add a storyline, Encase inside of concrete boots, weigh down with certainties, And truths about the meta-message. What they really want is freedom, riding up-drafts. Following the...

The Dream

Jul 12, 2012 | Last Line First

          1. Long before I knew I’d be a mother, I dreamed of beauty and of a girl (myself, I thought), running free and even wild, adored by parents for the brilliance of her being, given tools that matched her passions: canvasses and paints,...

The Chosen One

Jul 8, 2012 | Last Line First

I couldn’t know what it would mean, That day I sat there by your bedside Witnessing your labored journey into Death. How I’d be left here at the center of my life To face the turning of the years without you. How I’d be the one to tell our children you were gone, To...

Seasons

Jul 1, 2012 | Last Line First

What I remember is The way you’d kiss the water Just before you’d dive below the surface. Summertime, the kids away at camp, while You and I discover who we are without them. What I remember is The way you’d keep on wearing sandals Even though the temperatures are...

Homage to a Weeping Willow

Jun 28, 2012 | Last Line First

Across the lakeside meadow, Where the grasses meet the woods, I used to sit upon a tree stump Watching as you stood Majestically at water’s edge, Slow-dancing with the breezes, Branch-tips lightly skimming Lily-padded pond. Now that you’re gone, The...

Playmates

Jun 27, 2012 | Last Line First

Unblemished by judgement (Her own or anyone else’s), The raucous-patterned butterfly Goes about her business. Her work and inclinations Keep her unaware of the Human child hiding there Among tall grasses Shrubs and wildflowers. Paying rapt attention To the flitting...