Hard it is to lose a friend…
With Right of Survivorship Hard it is to lose a friend whose dying could foretell my end and hard it is to pick up strands of living, when those other hands are stilled… Continue reading
Category Archive: Poetry
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The comfort of poetry
Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird— equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.… Continue reading
Smile of the unknown girl
My latest post on the kindness of strangers prompted Philippa of The Feisty Blue Gecko to send me one of her wonderful poems this week. Philippa writes: What a beautiful post – and… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
Morning Poem Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches —… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
The Phoenix Again On the ashes of this nest Love wove with deathly fire The phoenix takes its rest Forgetting all desire. After the flame, a pause, After the pain, rebirth. Obeying nature’s… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
Flowering Front Lawn. Picture courtesy of JanHasak.com Now How Does Your Garden Grow Digging deeper In rich earth Planted seedlings Reach to birth April blossoms Sprout anew Tulips risen Phlox debut… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
Now I become myself Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
Out There Out there you’ll see it all. The floating ends will meet and mend, and you will be yourself; your fully-formed, though always changing, self of selves. Every clumsy backward look will… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
Wildflowers of the Burren, Co Clare, Ireland Be The Gift Today, be the flower that grows from a rock. Be the silk breeze that soothes heated hearts. Be the candle… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
Loss We never actually met I never saw her face or heard her voice except through a strange unreal, surreal link. But we shared so much became firm stranger-friends bound together by a… Continue reading
