There's a reason grief feels dark, pulsating, thick and heavy // There's a reason we curl into oursevles, rejecting what's outside. // Grief is not of this world, so where we need to go, is beyond.
The Unborn
The Shipwrecked
When death finally comes, the sea is calm, an unassuming breeze sweeps the surface // Nothing here speaks of the crashing waves, the scrambling men, the raging froth // that ruled these waters not so long ago // Nothing here knows the magnificent vessel // that brought us here but now rests deep below.
The End
No more flies buzzing in and out through the open door on summer days // No more sun-warmed thresholds as your bare feet make an imprint. // No more stormy nights where you sit quietly inside listening to the wind howl.
Into the Abyss
When there's nothing left but silence // When my mind has lost its narrator // When darkness rules and sadness trembles //something beckons, come with.
All the Time
For all the meals we never shared // For all the time we never had // For all the things we never said // Know this, as you be on your way: I'd give it all back, just for time.
These Pants Were Made for Walking
You're still alive // but you're fading fast // it's because you can't walk // that you'll never wear them again.
Smile!
I didn't want to, but I did // Held it, held it - yes, that's it! - until it faded // When it went, no one missed it // but me.
On the Lake
I saw him, you say // I saw him drown // but I didn't turn around. // While this sinks to the bottom of my mind // I watch you. // What good can come of this?
Dear Life
If we could change one thing We wouldn't change a thing This winding, thorny, snaking path led us home, and here. I'm here, it whispers Feel me, stroke me, see me There's nothing I won't be for you You're the master, the commander and I shape-shift to your will. Be the change Feel the love... Continue Reading →
Place
Yellow, she lay False teeth, out Cheeks, sunken and pale Awaiting the hour That must come. Fears? She had none. Regrets? Perhaps a few. Concerns? There were many. Help him make sauce, she asked. He knows many things Can learn the rest But this, he will miss. He kept her photograph Black and white, warm... Continue Reading →
On Mama's Mind 