Tag: death

The Path

And when she arises from her watery grave, in a smoky swirl above the calm frigid lake she walks with him along a familiar trodden path, feeling his heavy sadness and hot bitter wrath for being forsaken.   Advertisements

Whisper

I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.

Middle Watch

And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.

The Last Breath

Each time I see a lovebird whose breath is coming to an end, I ponder what the meaning is of a life lived for them.

The Sound of Flying

In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me.

Rigor Mortis

“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.

Evening in Paris

My grandmother’s bedroom was my favorite room in her house. She was without a doubt the most famous person I’ve ever known. She was once a blues singer in Vaudeville, a graceful swan now retired to the country. She had an old-fashioned vanity dresser…

Paean to a Bird

Yesterday I heard you singing sotto voce in the summer breeze a melody of anguished longing to be shed of earth, to be flying free.

The Boat

“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface ”  -Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason I sat amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient tree watching water flow to and fro and all at once I caught a glimpse of poetry floating softly…

Thorns

His mind’s all black thickets and blood.” – Jim Harrison   In the deep heart of the dense forest amidst captive shafts of untouched light here is where bramble berries flourish while the land surrenders without a fight.

The Roses

It seems like only yesterday since you took your last breath. Life circles and cycles through, we carry on, as if nothing important happened when we said goodbye.

The Black

“We’ll know as children again all we are destined to know that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.” – Jim Harrison  Reeling a slipping from reality down into the coldest darkness there is nothing here but invisible…

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