I hope I get her agates when she dies. Maybe not her entire collection, for I don’t want to appear greedy. Even one amber agate to soften the excruciating loss of her. I imagine cradling it. Letting the essence of her wash over me. She would laugh, “There is no agate door to me onceContinue reading “Agates”
Let me be like sea glass Shattered free from what once made me whole Let me be broken open without fear and fuss Adrift from all I once called mine. Trusting the ancient buoyancy of salt water Surrendering to waves and rocks grinding at my edges Let me lie hidden until serenely polished To keepContinue reading “Sea Glass”
He doesn’t love her with poetry. He doesn’t love her with flowers. He doesn’t love her with Hallmark cards or trips to the Eiffel Tower. He doesn’t love her with empty words only meant to beguile. He doesn’t love her with sparkly rings that fade after awhile. Still she knows. He loves her. With everythingContinue reading “They Don’t Need Valentine’s Day”
A poem about finding the calm within oneself regardless of the weather swirling around you.
We’ve got pieces of us we left behind. Parts of our heart we may never find. Pieces of paper waiting to file. Parts of secrets locked deep for awhile. Like chapters in novels or hours in a day, Breaths in a lifetime. Scenes in a play. Life is just pieces and parts. We have pieces ofContinue reading “Pieces and Parts”
I remember hearing a story about a monkey who came across a glass jar full of colorful stones. Being a curious monkey she reached in to take some. With her hand inside the jar she realized she wanted more than one stone so she filled her fingers with all she could hold. When she triedContinue reading “Jar of Stones”
These hands with veins like aged snakes and wrinkles gray are getting old But once these hands were small and smooth and held a father’s hand. These hands have blocked the blows of man and faith that tried to confine. But the vastness in these hands cannot be caged. These hands have let go untilContinue reading “These Hands”