in the span of days
stillness
purposefully and without notice
halts the winter heart
in limbo suspended
unencumbered
uncomfortable
and glorious
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Thursday, November 21, 2019
goodbye ruby tuesday
with the expectation of loss
she loves
temporal and transient
this allows
for the unconditional
giving she gives
deeper is the knowing
currency of admissions
she holds safe
as she listens
never alluding that everything
she does
she thinks, is tinged
with sorrow
and hope
someday
some heart will cling
more than a brief while
"She roll back down to the warm soft ground, laughing to the sky..." Dog and the Butterfly, Heart
she loves
temporal and transient
this allows
for the unconditional
giving she gives
deeper is the knowing
currency of admissions
she holds safe
as she listens
never alluding that everything
she does
she thinks, is tinged
with sorrow
and hope
someday
some heart will cling
more than a brief while
"She roll back down to the warm soft ground, laughing to the sky..." Dog and the Butterfly, Heart
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
in one year
ashes shipped
state to state
interred in third
in one year
my older sister
who is younger than I
"We're gonna rock down to Electric Avenue" ~Electric Avenue, Eddy Grant
state to state
interred in third
in one year
my older sister
who is younger than I
"We're gonna rock down to Electric Avenue" ~Electric Avenue, Eddy Grant
Monday, November 11, 2019
fifteen and thirty-four
when it comes to
affairs of the heart
that girl
she remains
fifteen and thirty-four
not where she
was supposed to be
yet aware of the world
affairs of the heart
that girl
she remains
fifteen and thirty-four
not where she
was supposed to be
yet aware of the world
Tuesday, November 05, 2019
mooring
gone are they
the holders of her past;
to ash one or two
to dust the other
one still walks about
never to reach
and the final?
new recollections
immersed is he in making
while she wanders
loose in the world
"Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly..." ~ Dancing Barefoot, Patti Smith
the holders of her past;
to ash one or two
to dust the other
one still walks about
never to reach
and the final?
new recollections
immersed is he in making
while she wanders
loose in the world
"Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly..." ~ Dancing Barefoot, Patti Smith
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mother,
sister,
the fuck I know