on husbands and brothers of which she has neither

sieved through

too loose a grasp

she held to

frayed strands

and she gave

none too gently

handled was her heart

 never beloved

always wrung

and she gave

the balance always

your way tipped

and she gave

beloved she held

you till the giving

turned to the dying

and she gave to him

her last care

words she writ

words she writ
once in a while

poet she labeled
her near miss

of articulating
passions and griefs

on a gray day she reaches

to recall
she reaches

back into the abyss where
she parsed,
detached to feel
intense

too brief an interlude
never she got to know
never she divulged
never she smithed
words for you

to the hours lost
is the meeting
the parting

yet familiar
is the weight of you
her response
your coming
your going

newly sweet
is the lingering
is the knowing

pause

sweetly
in this moment
with every-one
in their as-is place
and out the window
every-thing
is still
in the grasp of fall

"wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile..." ~Sweet Jane, Cowboys Junkies

same shit different day

in the bones
behind the eyes
lies
sleep unrealized

GenX

and music was-is
everything
to the lost

and we danced
wild abandon
snubbing
them that held too fast

the betweens
glossed and forgot
on the road winding
we became

discovered
discussed
divulged

and the music was-is
in us found