in the snowstorm
finding the spaces between the flakes
where it’s clear
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fight, love, peace, poem, poetry, snow, storm on February 14, 2019| Leave a Comment »
in the snowstorm
finding the spaces between the flakes
where it’s clear
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fight, mother, peace, poem, poetry, silence, son on January 1, 2013| 3 Comments »
In the room where the boy
was crying still hangs the feeling
of tears. Though he is quiet
and now asleep. Though
the tides of his wails have lulled
into the slow luff of dream.
His absent howl in the starlit room
is like the sound of the sea
in a dusty shell—not here. But the ears
hear what they want to hear.
There is a choice to notice
the silence, how it fills
the room. Not even the cat is moving.
Or to polish again the memory
of the tears. Like a canker that only
hurts when its touched, but the tongue
visits again and again to be sure.
Oh. Yes. It still hurts.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fight, poem, poetry, relationship, silence, tanka sequence, yielding on May 2, 2012| 6 Comments »
after the fight
the evening is simple—
the dishes being washed,
the unfolding of sheets,
the laying down
*
what is not said:
well, I guess we are not
exactly sure what
that would be now,
are we
*
on the shelves
stacks of bowls, plates,
the glasses in rows—
so normal they look,
it could be any night
*
I don’t know
I don’t know I don’t
know I
don’t know I don’t—
geese in the pond
*
what do the geese
have to do with anything?
if you have to ask,
you have perhaps not lately
watched the geese
*
all along the path
pussy willows, white and white
and oh! so soft
I forget everything
save willows, willows