We get stuck
more than
one way
being women
while you others
go and do
with rarely
a backward glance.
hardly remembering
us at all.
We remember you
and sigh.
*
...and then
we say goodnight
and go
our separate ways
again.
*
never has been
never will be
stopped expecting
stopped looking
long ago.
Still here, still breathin'.
sometimes
that's all you get.
Want more?
check back
tomorrow.
I didn't mean to.
We can walk away from anyone
but ourselves.
How will you live with you?
(originally posted 2-28-07)
Option 1...
I keep forgetting
that it wasn't you
but someone else
who made me cry.
Option 2...
I keep forgetting
that it wasn't you
but someone else
who made me laugh.
Option 3...
I keep forgetting
that it doesn't matter
whoever it was
isn't here anymore
anyway.
My sister got notified Saturday by her insurance company
that she has to leave the rehab facility on Monday or start
paying out of pocket.
We have two days to get organized to bring her home.
sometimes
when I think
I should
be sleeping
and it's dark and quiet
that's when thoughts
come to visit.
They repeat themselves.
repeat and repeat
until I get up
and write what
they have to say.
it can take a while,
like tonight, but
they won't stop
until they're
damn well ready
and if I'm patient
and a bit lucky
I end up with a
nice little piece
of something-
like this.
In my mind, David McCullough is a supreme word master.
He is one of very few authors who can entice me to read history.
I am worthless here.
Could there be a place where I'd
be better than now?
it feels like settling...
Sister Ann is having knee replacement surgery Tuesday morning.
Therefore, there will probably be a hiatus for me from here for a
couple/few days while I tend to her needs the best I can.
The hospital is keeping her for one day before sending her home.
Depending how quickly this knee heals, they are planning on doing
the other knee in 2-3 months.
Knock-Knock
What?-What?
Are you there?
Who cares?
I do.
Since when?
Since now.
Too late.
tiny birds flit from
here to there looking for who
knows what...ooooh look. bugs!
Can you tell me...
well, of course you 'can'...
I guess the question is
more rightly...'would' you or...
'will' you tell me
if I asked
or would you look away
and blush...
Would you say 'No'
or 'Maybe' or tell me
to come back later
so you can think about it
hoping I'd forget.
You know I won't-
won't forget that is.
Whaddaya say?
I'm waiting...
I want
to go
where I've never been.
New beautiful places
with no people
no agenda
no reason to be
just breathe
and see.
Not hated. Not even disliked.
Just not loved enough
to spend a lifetime
every day forever.
Not expecting more because
it simply isn't there.
Caress whatever is had
then put it back
on the shelf for later.
Dust it off once in a while,
smile,
and tuck it in for the night.
And, now, we're getting air quality warnings because
Canada is on fire and the smoke is on its way to Ohio
and Michigan. Like soon. Today. And, it's extra crappy
smoke that we are supposed to avoid by staying inside.
That's great for those who have a/c. We do not.
I want summer to go away.
what poems do
is tell about
you.
the you
who writes.
the you
who reads.
like it or not
we see
who you are.
like it
or not.
summer swelter is
heavy on the leaves, almost
as if raindrops fell.
Your name is Love.
my Love,
don't die before me.
that's selfish, I know.
but I don't want to miss you
before I go.
********************
I can feel you breathe
from far away.
It's all I need
to know you are
with me.
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
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