Poetry
Home – A Perspective And A Poem From Emilee
Some people, before they die, ask to be taken home. This is both very sad, for us, and yet very beautiful, for them. Maybe for us as well, but usually we are reluctant and sometimes adamant that we do NOT want that person to leave us, we do not want that HOLE, that unfathomable ache…
Read MorePoem – Falling
This poem came as I was feeling pulled to sadness, as I approach the one year anniversary of Emilee’s death from this plane of existence and into another. FALLING When I am feeling blue I have half a dozen things to, but don’t want, to do Then suddenly goes the floor It recedes, drops and…
Read MorePoem – Layers by Stanley Kunitz – of Life And Loss Change And Hope
Someone in my poetry group shared this poem, not hers, by Stanley Kunitz. It spoke to me, and thought it might speak to others as well. “Live in the layers”…I really like that. It so fits with a mindfulness view of life. He died May 14, 2006, at age 100. He was an American poet appointed…
Read MoreThe Life Train – Trains Are Such Good Metaphors
My neighbor sent this to me. I thought the gesture was sweet, and so is the story poem. Author unknown at the moment. Life Train At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel at our side However, at some station our parents will step down from…
Read MoreA Poetry Dilemma, Serious or Humor With A Tremor
Maybe you, too, will laugh at the choice of my lines in a poem,…serious versus a chuckle…just take note, and then vote…lol…just kidding…I like both….. will just have to be a poem with alternative lines to read….. give the reader something to laugh at (I almost peed). The second choice just got carried away from a…
Read MorePoem – Beauty
POEM…BEAUTY As shutter and lens attempt to put a frame on shape and form It is light and hues allowing Beauty to be worn Once born She naturally seduces the camera’s eye but still does the real question belie How is beauty carried inside the eye (or I)? Is she haughty, flaunty overly proud Or…
Read MoreThe Space – A Poem
The first poem of 2018 A poem that has to do with NOTHING and EVERYTHING And an interesting observation just noted….it is 18 lines for 2018, and 18 is good luck as it means “CHAI” or life in hebrew. So let it be written. So let it be done (Yul Brenner) The Space Silence…
Read MorePoem – What Color Suffering
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10211266067828086&set=a.10208902106450529.1073741827.1251156678&type=3 The link is for a Snoopy drawing I drew from an illustration with the caption, “you are always on my mind” WHAT COLOR? Once I had an idea, and thought what color is pain what color suffering, a common affliction of each human soul? is it blue for sad is it red for mad…
Read MoreA Couple Of His Poems
Just to give you a taste, the rest is up to you THE LIGHTEST TOUCH Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, steeling you for…
Read MoreA Poet I Have Long Enjoyed…A Word On Friendship
A Poet I Have Long Enjoyed…A Word On Friendship Just one example…..David Whyte, an excerpt on what he said about friendship…so many of his poems bring tears to my eyes…and no…my tears “filter” has never “reset” itself since Em died, and probably, never will (a good thing). …”Friendship transcends disappearance: an enduring friendship goes on…
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