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Monthly Archives: January 2012
Tragedy
shattered plastic a mute story a pet carrier the door gone the soft toy a plaid blanket soaked bedraggled and dirty in cold rain on the roadside
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Looking out the window thoughts
Life is simple it is living that is complicated
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snow lingers on the northern slope though I have the doors open because the day was warm enough to go out without a coat and crunch in the fragile ice still stretched over puddles like saran wrap you wear your … Continue reading
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The Comfort of Small Things
Comfort is in the small things of life: the fire smoking in the fireplace, the dogs’ heavy sigh of pleasure as they lay as close as possible to the flames, the quiet of deep country outside, the knowing that we … Continue reading
Some Days
Some days all is well some days I can forget and forge ahead some days the world is bright with promise, and hope some days the memories return full force some days I miss you more than I loved you … Continue reading
In Winter
Cold days bring us in: we build fires, I cook–bread and beans, soup and tea; we clean: closets and cupboards, cabinets and drawers, and find bits of memory, pieces of the past.
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Anniversary
She was seventeen, He was twenty-two, The war was World War II. They met, they loved, they married; Sixty-one years, 13 children, and love that never knew a number.
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Grief ferments, bubbles over and burns trails in the soul. It does not get better with time, as sweet consoling words promised. The griever just gets stronger; memories pour soothing balm on burns. The tracks of bitter tears remain, … Continue reading
The Reading Corner
The lamps, just here, to spread their light to the chair below; and the footstool, within the foot’s reach, at just the right height; the little shelf, close enough to easily place a glass of wine, hot tea or coffee; … Continue reading
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Full Moon Night
White bones stretch skyward beseeching heaven and moon Mute supplication
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Mountain Poet 