table for two
before he took the cup filled with wine
he took the bread
he blessed bread
he broke bread
and he shared bread
saying
“take and eat” and
“remember”;
both loaves,
at this table for two
one table, two loaves of bread
Painful Release #13
As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is profound
There you are on the ground
You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are heard
Without ever uttering a word
As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is ascending
There you are on the ending
You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are bound
Without ever uttering a sound
Prompt 18
My dear,
You are a spitting image of me
From the way you wear your hair
To the way you drink your tea.
Spiritual Advisor
Ancient medicine
Healing herbs
Sunshine
Secrets passed from generation to generation
Hands tending to Gardens
Drawing woven in with good intentions
A prayer to deities
Magical decoctions infusions of the mystical and powerful and the natural
Herbs Blended with a natural know how
Tea Awakening
She was
Poem 5
She was
She made it home
Despite the brewing storm
A smile in the middle of the madness
A drink of water
In the barren sands of the Sahara
She was more than she knew
So much more than she believed
Looking back
The path that was
The chapters that faltered
The sentences that didn’t make sense
It was there
She just didn’t know
And he left before he could tell
Dragging Onward
Tick tock,
sounds the clock, hoping for the best.
Ding dong,
rings the gong. The day is almost through.
Golden Memories
A vague face peeks from the maze of mind,
almost distinguishable. I gather in solitude,
the golden memories of us together, fishing,
singing, and hours of storytelling.
Beloved grandfather, reminiscence is cathartic.
Lesson in Gardening
My yellow squash died.
Three of them I drenched
until the cool of spring
rotted their roots.
I watered and they did not grow,
and so, I watered more
and more, for hours at a time
each and every morn.
Behind them, the zucchini went.
And, oh! The butternut, too!
My thumb now brown as matter spent
because I water too soon.
My love
My heart is missing you so much
I know we will be together again
I feel you so close to me
Just like you are right
Here my love
The Mechanism (2017)
Lightning crashes
Storm rages
Flash
The mechanism
In the garden
Bizarre
Temptation presses
Curiosity wins
Explosion