Monday, February 23, 2015

Grief ~

Grief has tucked herself away 
inside a pillowcase of tears 
she sits alone
amidst the sorrow 
of a hundred days and nights 
that pass as shadowed memories
in an empty space.

No laughing voices 

warm the air 
cold winter 
never has a spring 
when death comes stalking 
with a frozen face!

(I am heading out tomorrow for my friend's funeral.
  see you all next week, take care and be well.) 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

My Love ~

You are the echo 
of my heart 
the rhythm 
beating in my soul 
from morning's magic 
to the evening's glow _

My thoughts 
are shades 
of you in verse _

Without your love 
my blood 
would harden 
in my veins 
and cease to flow 
the echo in my heart 
would turn 
to stone _

(I am always so thankful for my wonderful 
  husband as he is always here for me in the good times 
  and bad times ... I am especially grateful for him today 
  as I received news of a dear friend of mine passing away.) 

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Seasons ~

I understand the seasons, now 
I know their shades are varied 
moods and knowing savor 
each in turn _
The lightning, sudden 
frightening blots of brightness 
Let it come, for this is beauty 
deepest mood that complements 
the peaceful days _
Then let it pass, let winds 
blow soft and brush my cheeks 
with moistened lips 
for this is beauty, deepest calm 
that complements the stormy days _
Let each shade color me_
In turn, the red, the blue 
the purple days 
for I would know 
the shades of each 
yet be the color of the whole _

(photo is of a lake I visit often and close by.) 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Champagne ~

a terrace 
close beside the sea _
strong arms 
encircling you to me _
in a vase _
waltz my love
through nights and days _

(photo was taken on our recent trip to Cancun

 it was truly a romantic getaway!) 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Infinity ~

I yearned to find infinity 
   and seeking it, passed through 
the gates of reverence and love
    into life with you.

And now in the starlit bowers within 

    as you give yourself to me 
it is you that I gather into my arms 
    I hold infinity. 

Friday, February 06, 2015

Being Alone ~

Being alone 
is not being lonely,
it's a long walk 
on a wide beach 
where the only sound 
is a bird's cry,
the wind racing a blue sky 
and surf riding the shore.


is being alone 
with a room full of people 
who don't care
when despair is a tear 
on a frozen cheek 
in a bright room.