Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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.
“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.
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… Continue Reading “Evening in Paris”
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.
“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… Continue Reading “The Boat”
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.
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.
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