Poem 23

My muse was dead it seemed. Or perhaps it was hibernating. I thought perhaps it was dead for it had been so long since it had shown its beauty to me. But then began the experiences that awakened it… loss, grief, forgiveness, patience, grace, limitless…

#23 – Crack in your head

There is a crack in your head A hole in your mind Your heart is still well locked though Nothing can show through What are your real feelings now?   There is a crack in your head Nothing can stay in And nothing can reach…

Doubt it

‘I doubt it’ should be my middle name, And if doubt was a game I’d be on the leader board For every decade since the eighties, When all of the world’s issues Became weighty on my shoulders Gaining at least a metric tonne for each…

Triolet for my father

I live on the old farm where I grew up with my parents and which I worked with my father. Often, he’d walk up the road to check on the cattle that were out in nearby fields and I’d sit on the wall in front…

Unended

Who can see how this will end? In pink-skinned babies, with dark hair, caramel eyes and leaden hearts, like ours? Or in two loveless graves – full of all that could have been. We must choose one or another, we’ve seen there’s no third. What…

Disorder

I have stood at the edge of the cliffs of sleep looked upon the rocks and waves crashing, wrestling, and I have thought to myself “will I ever have a restful night?”

We Need

We Need A world of smiling children We need A place to call home We need A time to call our own We need Friends to share our joy We need A world where a child can run into the street And not be knocked…

Twenty~Three…

Sometimes I think you do not know. Sometimes, I think… You do. Sometimes I think I have to tell. Sometimes, I think… You, too.

hour 19

To my daughter I write to say how I feel, I love you so much and that’s a big deal Your dad is here to help you grow and teach you things like don’t hurt people and never steal Your soft flowing hair to those…

Autism

I get asked all the time, “Why are you so quiet?” At parties, I walk around and listen, unsure of when to join a conversation or, worse, when to let go and walk away. I have taught myself strategies, ways to get along. Those I…