as it was that day
the sweet sorrow,
tangled memories
my clumsy struggle
to fill the empty boxes,
nonsensical laughter
because what else
could be done there
facing the sober truth
your hand in mine,
the one that once
wiped nightmares away
now waiting the footsteps
the words that hung
across the room such,
barely understandable
yet, even the neighboring
old woman could hear
how the heaviness
melted the sunshine
as she smiled, telling
what good daughters are we,
these things between us
echo again and again
lingering quiet moments
trying to smooth out
the wrinkled sheets
of what remained
those heavy, heavy rocks
the burdens carried
yearning for comfort
that blush of grace
dismiss the fading horizon
the ‘awefull’ knowing
in the silence of day
watching the ocean roar
across the TV screen
while all I could say was,
“it will be okay,
it will be okay.”
Monthly Archives: March 2018
Intersections
those last few days
together wove
captive moments
intersecting
those lucid dreams
your tender hands
knit the story
reflecting
those notes divine
raindrops glisten
span the silence
resounding
those expanding skies
imprint reflection
lingers time
abounding
this fragile glimpse
our tangled heart,
our tangled heart
fading.
-Photography by Klaus Kampert
“This Just In”
-For Dan
Working with pain
a vague feeling
a memory left over
something lingering
left behind the anguish
those fragile moments
of mortal fears
exquisite suffering
silenced now since
the pain has ended.
Rest in Peace.
under lightning
Remembering you…
it was under
the
lightening
glow that there
silhouette
the curves
love caressed
flowing waves
swept
your knees
from under you
collapsed upon
the loamy lawn
rolling in
dandelion
laughter
your arms
around
my waist
as tender lips
touched again
my hurricane.
– Previously published August 2008
happenings
How the endless night
hugged your edges
made darker the lines
things that lie between
what was said and
what was meant to be
all alone, there, crumbled
in the corner space
knees held tight, anchoring
sorrow remained in place
while waves of loss
splinter the rock buttress
what held your grace
now downy sand
sifts through such hands
with vacant stares
reflecting yesterday’s stars
those fragile happenings.