After Emilee’s Passing
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…
Read MoreUp 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…
Read MorePoetry 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…
Read MoreOn 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…
Read MoreWhy 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…
Read MoreSam and Ick, Holiday Feelings
Most people want to hear happy stuff. And I do laugh every day, it’s on my list of requirements. But I want to attempt to describe an emotion. It’s a little bit of a mix I think I need to talk to Ick about this. Sam (Seasonal Affective Management): Ick, I am feeling…
Read MoreNed’s Dad’s funeral
The hole in the ground looked much smaller than his dad was tall. He wondered if they squish the body inside the coffin to make them smaller, so the grave hole doesn’t have to be so big and the cemetery saves space and they can fit more graves. But the hole did seem deep. …
Read MoreA Conversation on Vulnerability
What is it I stand to lose Gabriel thought? He looked straight at Melinda, his therapist, and asked, “What is the risk of showing all my vulnerability? Is it fear of showing my weakness? My neurotic thinking? My uncertainty in knowing how others will react to seeing inside my thoughts? Fear of exposure? Of being…
Read MoreA Selection of Recent and a Few Not Recent Poems
I realize I want to create another post with humorous poems. I don’t think these are the kind that make you laugh, but hopefully they make you feel something. The Em in December your hair is sun shining your dance floats on a note sailing through space a dream all afloat your smile warms my…
Read MoreSome Things about December, Emilee, Mom, Our Wedding
Haiku for Blue All I can hear is, the rhythm of your voices, breathing me to peace … nmk My Em in December (my multipurpose anniversary and valentines day poem), guaranteed to get you what you need, but not necessarily what you want, for sale now, 30% off until midnight tonight, of course with…
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