Poem The Move

The Move Slowly Watch it disappear,Stuff, remnant memoriesOf all the years,Piece by piece,Emptied of treasuresThought to hold love,Finding that’s not what Love is made of.Still,Letting go is Difficult but true,It’s what the Phoenix Must achingly go through,Crucible of heattime and time again,Never knowing precisely whereOr unexpectedly when,Submitting to the inferno’sIntensity of fire,To shed an old…

March to December – Summary Catch-up – Letting Go

A wise therapist/psychologist/wonderful human told me there are three things we must learn. One is to love fully. Two is to allow ourselves to be loved completely. Three is to let go. Of what? Of everything. It has been such a long time since my last post. Much has happened since March. Many major shifts. …

Two Poems – Symphony of Trees & Before They Go

The Symphony of Trees Wish that I were privy to see Underneath my feet, the symphony of trees I pause, listen, even hold my breath Feeling pulse, rhythm, life stronger even with death A grove, a gathering group like family talk through their roots, A community of speaking leaves, a chattering choir in cahoots Causing…

About Trees – Me, S and Z

Me, S and Z I still love wrapping my arms around S and Z and their extended family They were the first ones who whispered, so softly, I barely heard, “Please, hug me.” I thought I heard, and didn’t mean to be rude or want this one to have ask again or beg, And I…

Visual Pollution – Thoughts in a Parking Lot

Visual Pollution – Thoughts in a Parking Lot Ever wonder, like I do, how did it come about that creature comfort of having electricity and cable in each home took priority over what our surroundings look like? And now that we have allowed this to happen with complete disregard, perhaps total complacency, can we ever…

Up In Smoke

UP IN SMOKE It was a couple of days after Valentine’s day, two weeks after the two-year anniversary. Elise reread a poem in her journal that she wrote a few weeks ago. She remembered that night. It was one of those nights she fell asleep early and woke at one-thirty in the morning, with an…

Poetry Collection One 2019

MY HEART HAS GROWN Her soul forever with me, I feel her in my heart Physically no longer present, love and spirit never apart   She sees and hears and knows, what I think and what I feel, Sometimes I recognize the signs, sometimes not sure they’re real   Her soul now lives as part…

On the Eve of Emilee’s Second Death Anniversary Sam & Ick Talk (Talk Seven) – Sometimes – Grief, Hunger, Ache, Soothing

Sam and Ick (Talk Seven)   Sometimes   Sam: I ache sometimes Ick. I recognize it a little better than I used to but … the ache of grief… of loss recent or not … it is a familiar ache and I know you know what I am talking about. Ick:  Yes, Loss is an…

Start with Religion and Politics, End with Religion and Politics

Start with Religion and Politics, End with Religion and Politics   The entire concept of Christmas, I don’t want to say Christianity, because I don’t want to limit it to Catholicism, but if I go back to the beginning, the concept is that God or Spirit, whatever you choose to name it, came together to…

Why Christmas Eve Service?

  What happened last year, was repeated again this year at the Stony Creek Congregational Church in picturesque Stony Creek, Branford, without any preconceived expectations that it would. From the setting and the sermon of the Reverend James, to the singing of the carols and hymns in the beautiful and cozy church, I was moved…