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September 05, 2008 05:44 PM EDT --
Deep upon the horizon
Lies an answer
For every hurting soul
It is in the ocean's
Quiet roar;
It is the wind that moves
the distant clouds
And the sun that stares . . .
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September 02, 2008 07:17 AM EDT --
Too tired to fight
too lazy to run
soul, body, spirit
lies in a rubble behind
the hall closet door.
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September 01, 2008 05:32 PM EDT --
Crushed by an ice-pik
to the heart
Cold inside, bleeding out
then the numbness
taking parts
that were us
When will it end
the savageness
of your lost future
. . .
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August 30, 2008 06:07 PM EDT --
The cat died
Or should it be said
She wouldn't die
Her tumor took control of her
Her small body
Became a mass
Bigger than her head
So I guess,
She just . . .
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August 30, 2008 05:47 PM EDT --
Memories
waltz into mind
from so long ago
I must sustain them
Before they go away
Like the breeze
That was you
Will leave me, too
Open wide . . .
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August 30, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
"Waiting in the ICU"
Oh Christopher:
Where does your spirit dwell?
Your mother's tears have formed so many
Patterns
Crying on your cold, white,
sterile sheets,
There are no . . .
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August 28, 2008 01:38 PM EDT --
The phone has stopped ringing
The cards have stopped coming
Alone in my grief
Spare me some peace
Like a tree, my bark
is slowly being eaten away
Until there is nothing left . . .
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August 27, 2008 01:00 PM EDT --
It was Mother's Day, 1981
The two of them brought me breakfast in bed
The coffee was cold and it
had a dead fly in it
I sucked it up like it was
the best cup of Jo ever served. . . .
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August 27, 2008 12:52 PM EDT --
"Will you be a Tigger or an Eor"
Christopher was a star . . .
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August 27, 2008 08:38 AM EDT --
The pain is like a lightening bolt
Striking hard and hot
At the heart that once was beating
Only from his love
A child's life and love is the
greatest gift on earth . . .
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August 26, 2008 01:56 PM EDT --
Many of you listened while I spoke of my son Christopher and his son Jack. I remember the prose about "Ma, I'm in Memphis" posted some years back. My son lost his life at 36 . . .
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January 21, 2008 07:40 AM EST --
The westcoast bride came into the room
holding lillies,
five months pregnant,
in a satin white gown.
She lit up the room.
A handsome groom beside her
she'll not dishonor. . . .
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January 03, 2008 05:59 PM EST --
What would make someone hang himself three days before his son's birthday; two weeks before his son's wedding and six months before the birth of a grandchild?
I find myself asking . . .
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December 30, 2007 07:45 PM EST --
without the past, we would not be us . . .
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October 28, 2007 01:41 PM EDT --
Little does it matter
Whether I pray or not?
Because I can not keep track
Of so much help
People need or think they want?
Shame on me as I just sit . . .
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October 26, 2007 05:12 PM EDT --
You are like a pale flower
With no fragrace
Only the one I imagine.
Your eyes leap across
the table to my face.
The heavy air becomes
Intoxicating.
You are my sweet, sweet . . .
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September 19, 2007 03:18 PM EDT --
In back of the old house
There's a tree line meeting
the horizon.
It is a vision from nowhere else
I'd care to remember more:
This place is special to me and my old friend.
It is there where . . .
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September 10, 2007 09:34 AM EDT --
After all these years I have
Come to one conclusion
It is this:
There is not much in live that
Will truly make you happy
A bigger house and riches
Ruined my life;
A better paying job never . . .
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September 04, 2007 09:01 AM EDT --
The peaked roof
Of the house next door
Reaches toward
The turquoise sky.
Sweet September has arrived.
With low chirping of the crickets,
Months to end the year
Will soon rush by.
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September 03, 2007 09:31 AM EDT --
While the grey cat sleeps
He pours her oatmeal
In a cup
He hands her coffee
And in silence
They brush lips
As if to kiss;
She sleep walks
To the door,
With the texture
Of oatmeal on her tongue, . . .
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