For my dear friend And now, sadness, I instruct you to be still. Let these bones rest. Marrow pale and depleted by memory and forgiveness, they are weary and cannot stand your shaking. Let the exhausted heart encased in this bombarded cage beneath my skin jarred by your gnashing and clamouring float in the buoyancy … Continue reading Sadness, I instruct you
Tag: friendship
Sums done in the heart
One, one and one equals three if you think mathematically. But sums done in the heart have a subtler art - Hazel plus Mabel plus me. ______________________________ Hazel and Mabel are the cats I live with, who have just turned 12 and 7 years old respectively. This is their annual birthday poem. ______________________________
Mabelline the dancing queen
was real sweet, she didn't mean to make a mess, but when she saw the earth, she couldn't stop her paw from digging down and shovelling up mountains of the rich, wet stuff until the plant sagged toward the ground and silt and soil piled all around. Then, with her tail puffed up for joy, … Continue reading Mabelline the dancing queen
When Hazel was a kitten, she
would climb the drapes, wanting to see what life looked like from up above. It wasn't mischief, it was love! of exploration and adventure. And folks, here's where I should mention: Haze was born into a barn, where climbing things could do no harm and walking on the rafters was the favourite pastime of her … Continue reading When Hazel was a kitten, she
It’s that…
It's that I'm missing you: an empty cavern where my full heart once was. ~~~
Sorted Those
Went through the clothes draped over the chair, you know, the in-between, the ones you're not sure if you should wear one more time - the not worthy to be hung as clean, the not dirty enough to be tossed in the laundry. Went through the letters saved in the box, you know, the bittersweet, … Continue reading Sorted Those
The Travelling Onion
To the Muses, with love, 2005 "And I would never scold the onion for causing tears."* The onion does what it does. We each must live this way. The small tears you have caused me the days of laughter they are of my own making yet they are yours; you must love the way you … Continue reading The Travelling Onion
A Space to be Filled 