Monthly Archives: January 2011

EVENING CAME AND MORNING FOLLOWED

One night’s delight– an evening sequined dance Then morning sprang and sang a tune of wet and splendid cloud expanse, Ensued a drowsy, pleasing afternoon. . . Whose morrow sprouted rich with brightly moving sun

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads, Seasons | Leave a comment

THE VOICE THAT MAKES NO SOUND

Sometimes a choice speaks in the only voice that manages a stint. . . maybe not so eloquent. . . and sometimes, to my detriment I choose. . . but, because it’s me who has the say and that’s the … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | 1 Comment

THE WHISPER-SINGING GRIP

How can I hold the one who needs to be held but wants to be free, but cannot trust so well to be held by anyone but me? She needs to know I will not let her fall, but that … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | 5 Comments

GAME FOR LIFE

What makes sport is that no one knows in advance how it will turn out. What makes life is that it has its own flow, and cannot possibly be set in stone at the outset. Both require presence, and a … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

THE SENSE OF SONG

Could I tell you that singing in the morning in a choir with sunlight in my eyes bright streaming, infuses joy and grief and many other feelings large, intertwined, and running underneath? And that, as I wipe away an almost-surfaced … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

WISHING INTO THE WIND

This woman’s wishing she could say a momentous enough thing. . . to make it all better. For me. For you. For the world, in fact. . . Not that you and the world and I are likely to see … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads | Leave a comment

STILL SUN AFTER THE WIND

Good things are happening that are needing to happen, though not in the way or the pace that I might ordain. . . But, in good time, that may come, too, and I will be here to take it all … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads | Leave a comment