Bare branches surprised
by the newly fallen snow
will forget in spring.
******
Exquisite Pain*
Some sadnesses
shrink
to tiny hardened pebbles.
Easy to forget
until stepped on
and then
the pain sears.
*exquisite pain is an actual medical term meaning severe pain
*********
Hit a seam
of molten anger
yesterday,
had to be careful
to let it
propel me forward
into action,
not inward
scorch my spirit.
A.H.
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Goodbye -for Mary E.*
Abandon us
just as the cold and dark
settle in
and we most need
the hard flint of your words
to strike a light on the page.
Go ahead, leave us.
I won't miss your
wit and wisdom,
your pithy profundities,
your erudite elderhostiles.**
Thank you writer-friend
for your word pictures,
your solid sentence structure,
the poems hewn
from pain and pleasure.
I will miss the shelter
of your words.
A.H.
*Mary E. is a writer and friend who is moving out-of-state. She has been an integral part of Saturday writing group.
**elderhostiles are Mary's vignettes about life at her senior housing complex.
just as the cold and dark
settle in
and we most need
the hard flint of your words
to strike a light on the page.
Go ahead, leave us.
I won't miss your
wit and wisdom,
your pithy profundities,
your erudite elderhostiles.**
Thank you writer-friend
for your word pictures,
your solid sentence structure,
the poems hewn
from pain and pleasure.
I will miss the shelter
of your words.
A.H.
*Mary E. is a writer and friend who is moving out-of-state. She has been an integral part of Saturday writing group.
**elderhostiles are Mary's vignettes about life at her senior housing complex.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Goodnight, Garden / A Final Garden / October, Alaska
Goodnight, Garden
Time to
put the garden
to bed,
tucked under a
blanket of leaves.
Rest now,
have sweet dreams
of spring sun.
Night, night.
A Final Garden
Some year,
perhaps soon,
I will plant
my final garden.
Autumn now
for me,
loss and decay
after splendid summer
of growth and color.
Some time-
a big sleep
with no awakening
when I
become earth.
October, Alaska
I want to take
big, fat bites
of the sun,
to feast on light
before winter.
Might be stuffed
with sunlight
for a day,
not sustained
for the season.
A.H.
Time to
put the garden
to bed,
tucked under a
blanket of leaves.
Rest now,
have sweet dreams
of spring sun.
Night, night.
A Final Garden
Some year,
perhaps soon,
I will plant
my final garden.
Autumn now
for me,
loss and decay
after splendid summer
of growth and color.
Some time-
a big sleep
with no awakening
when I
become earth.
October, Alaska
I want to take
big, fat bites
of the sun,
to feast on light
before winter.
Might be stuffed
with sunlight
for a day,
not sustained
for the season.
A.H.
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