That Last Strand of Time

That Last Strand of Time

 

 

That last strand of time with you

I would twirl your white hair

‘round my finger ‘til it hurt

and never let it go,

never let you go,

if I could

 

That last strand of time with…

I would write L-O-V-E squared

twining words for warmth

to walk cooler paths

hold hands like wreaths

revered

 

That last strand of time

I would breathe you

like purple lilacs

steeping spiced tea

fresh cut mint

air

 

That last strand of…

I would cry

white darkness

the curtain call

falling

down

 

That last strand

I stare

at closed eyes

exhaled

depth

 

That last…

gold

whispered

mined

 

That

last

strand

At

last

 

Stranded

 

Published 2018, The Healing Muse, Vol. 18

Hope on a Windowsill

Hope on a Windowsill

 

 

a

wish

bone

one

thanks

giving

day

met

another

left        the

year          before

waiting      wanting

wanting          waiting

for that               special

some                           one

to                                   pull

on                                 the

 other                        side.

2018 Community Award Winner, Hope/Ephemera Poetry Contest, The Lawn Chair Soirée, Montreal, CA

Insight

Insight

I met a blind man on the trail

accompanied by two sighted friends

who offered to let me pass them by.

I elected to remain, standing,

almost alone, with my eyes closed,

and breathed in the first decaying scents

of the oncoming Fall and heard

the talking breeze that carried hawks

he had seen before me.

Winner, 2013 Poetry in Motion Contest, Metro Arts in Transit, St. Louis, Missouri

(photograph taken 9-30-11 at Castlewood State Park, St. Louis County, Missouri)