Thursday, October 30, 2014

October 30, 2014 dVerse/All is Blue

 All is Blue

my world                    blue                            all is a  distant           blue

the memory of you               blue                taos mountain                       blue

the clear sky of new mexico             a very special             blue                all birds                      blue
                                                                                               
my siren song                        blue                sung in the key of                             blue

weeping                     tears run down my cheeks                         blue               

my hankie                  blue                my days without you                                    blue
                       
all words in the dictionary               blue                all that i see is                       blue

my heart beats          blue                                        bleeds                         blue

i          am blue


Saturday, October 25, 2014

October 25, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/The Scene was a Hospital Room in June -- dVerse/A Homecoming to One’s Self

The Scene was a Hospital Room in June

the scene was set                                                                    apocalyptic feeling

                                    dead serious                         not frivolous                          

strange inklings                                                       of what
the week would bring

gnarled roots                                                                                      held us 

audible words                        not needed

count them                                                                 thirteen poppies...

                                                                                                           thirteen poems

the week                                  like a dream                            seemed speedy                
all passed in a flash

                  it would not turn out well

                                                                                          epilogue blue

_____________________



A  Homecoming to One’s Self

where is homecoming                      when you have no home to come to

the old family home                                                  where you grew up belongs

 to someone else now

other homes                                      where you lived for a little while
                                                                       
                                                                        aren’t your home either

and now the place you hang your hat                    the place you call home

is the place you come home to everyday

maybe when it happens everyday                         it’s not so special....or maybe it is

                                                            but we take it for        granted

all the old folks are gone now                                  maybe a problem of getting old 

homecomeing is                                returning to yourself alone



October 25, 2014





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Thursday, October 23, 2014

October 23, 2014 Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads/ Last Days of Autumn --dVerse/The Things I Miss Most About You

Last Days of Autumn


october             lifts her veil                       end of autumn       

mornings  cooler                       portal              to winter

sacrifice summer days                     long afternoons

landscape disguised                 red

                                                                   yellows

                                                                    mixed with ever greens

                                                          indian summer

seasons right on schedule                first snow

                                                          halloween

the smell of smoke in the air          morning fires

 i pull my sweater closer                   my mood

melancholy

_________





The Things I Miss Most About You

Your smile.

Your voice.

Your kindness.

Your straight forwardness when asking a question.

Your special way of looking at the world.

The warm feeling I would get just thinking about you.

You were always someone to look forward to.

I don’t always remember the words we spoke, but I remember how you made me feel, when you said, “Love you Mom.”



October 23, 2014