I said “it hurts” She said “oh my love, do you know what I do?” I shook my head She said “I pour ice on the wounds and then I whisper to them “when hell freezes over.” And it does freeze over. It seemed extreme but even doctors say “Apply ice” so I took her […]
If you’ve ever wondered why a poet writes … I have written hundreds of poems, many that I love Some, I don’t even think I write, they are kind enough to write themselves for me, and fall into lines that I enjoy and share They are there in the ups And there in the downs […]
Flowers that barely last a day, and wilt in the vase when you pick them Clouds that drift in a clear blue sky, why wish them to be anything different? People that meander from platform to train, don’t bother me with their moods But your thoughts? Turbulent waves pulling me in I drown in salt […]
He carried his grief like a pallbearer up high on his shoulders chin forward determined slightly hunched almost as if as long as he didn’t straighten all the way out his heart wouldn’t drop out of his chest I don’t know what it cost him to keep it all inside like that but then I […]
You’re the dead note on My keyboard In every tune I play The hollow space beneath my step The window gap Where the wind always whines I cannot get it closed up tight No matter how I try The one plate left out of the dishwasher When I swore I counted every one I missed […]
It’s the ghosts of words unspoken Like shadows in the corner They crawl out further As each hour passes And I dwell in that Place The things I should have said Instead I let them pass With heavy thoughts And a sigh I didn’t know what words to use And the time to use them […]
A heart never breaks Without a witness Even when you think you’re all alone Someone’s on their way A song A pet A poem Children Strangers Strays Loved ones They’re on their way Just wait for it Something Or someone Will appear Out of that thin air To thin to breathe When we stare into […]
What is the sound of a grieving heart? Is it the shuffle of bare feet along the floorboards? Rumpled pajama bottoms swish Swish Swishing Should pull them up Higher Give them a lift A Hoist A Jerk What choice is left For the bereft But to notice these little details And block out the rest […]
In the beginning there was a cord a connection it kept me alive yet I rarely think about it It was part of me Part of her An organ That they took away from us that was just ours our magical cord Sometimes Late at night When the moon is round and full almost too […]
If hope is the thing with feathers that perches in your soul (Emily Dickinson) then grief is the thing with feathers which perches in your heart. Grief’s feathers are black and heavy. I read this book recently (pictured above). I don’t know why I chose it – I think it chose me. It is a […]
