(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want