• Poetry,  Self Healing

    Lost & Found

    She waits at the bottom, tossed down with the fury of surprise. With the demons and the boogeymen. She doesn’t know if she’ll get out, but she hopes because hope is wise. And she is wisdom. When you crack the lid a bit, to peer down into the darkness There she is. With a candle she didn’t have to light for it to burn, and she smiles A tempered wish “There you are. I thought you’d forgotten.” And it breaks your heart It breaks her open. She climbs into your lap for comfort, you feel unworthy to soothe her She doesn’t care. She needs you. Her tears like keys unlock…

  • death,  Grief,  hope,  Poetry

    Reconstruction

    I am going home, you said, I relish every word you left, bereft Of every one you didn’t yet And every one I didn’t coax out of you when I could. Those are the ones that might be wood. But it’s only straw instead. Home is it? and you insist, But when your heart stopped cold I missed The home at the part where your last breathe kissed This end of eternal sowing, sighed Into the harvest of your life There is not room for this. Where is home without you here It may sounds trite, but feels too clear To rise above cliches and fear That what fell down…

  • death,  Love,  Poems,  Poetry

    Winter’s Song

    Winter comes in quiet, stage left, light focused elsewhere, and waits. She knows her line is coming, her nerves tumble around inside her She is a subtle addition to a lovely scene of oranges and browns and dark green As the players fall back after Autumn’s brilliant number, she moves on shaky feet When she steps into the spotlight everyone gasps – she is stunning Her homemade gown flings sequins in an orb around her as she finds her mark Standing now on solid feet, knees bent so she won’t faint, she listens for her cue Which is up to her: a break in silence whenever she senses we are…