snuggled into a warm cozy bed
weather wakes this sleepyhead
with a blustery December night
white clouds reflecting city light
cold drops fall fast and furious
a clattering house, mysterious
midwinter storms in and wails
frigid rain and whipping gales
Nightstand Journal
Onward
Stumbling over all those little moments of grief is just a part of moving forward.
December windows open
cold winter night wind
warms my soul but chills my bones
spring sleeps in the earth
Upward
I am not a wing
but a feather —
I can’t fly, however
all of us together
we can, by rising
do almost anything!
In effect
guilt, grief, regret
cut deeper than
the dimensions
of the soul itself
Vanished
i hurt every day remembering
that i wasn’t there for you
the hardest day of suffering
— i left you painfully alone
when you needed me most
so damn close, but not there
which is the farthest away —
i was a fool, oblivious numbskull
a frozen hearted ragdoll zombie
i am sorry.
Smoky
Grief is love expressed in tears.
Unveiled
Much poetry happens in the silence
Saving books
I’ve been saving books for all these years, and they’ve been saving me for my
Battle-scarred
Life is a repeated shattering and gluing back together of the heart.
Sticks & stones
Empty-nesting is exponentially more painful
when all you’ve ever had is eggs, no chicks —
and now, even the eggs are gone.
Winsome, losesome
Love isn’t just blind
but also stupid —
lobotomy by arrow
bullseye, Dr Cupid!
Cicatrixoxo
Most of our scars are internal.