Downsizing by Lenore Blake Rusted remains of summer litter the lawn Wilted waste of blossoms sadly shriveled needing collection and composting A season's end Saying goodbye to summer is never easy The season of youth and vigor has passed Rusted candlesticks, treasures of the past, no longer fit my downsized life. The detritus must be culled, dispersed,donated, disposed. Less is more so they say More or less... Saying good bye to a life well lived is never easy. Trusting the memories of seasons past to nourish the summers of tomorrow I bid adieu to the life I loved. Saying good bye is never easy. |
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Dear Mr. Frost
by Libby O'Connor Dear Mr. Frost, I do not think this path is wide enough for the two of us. There is a road you’ve traveled, that I’d like to tread; But, Mr. Poe, my rapid heartbeat is driving me mad with its unrelenting T H U M P I N G; So I must ask, Mr. Whitman, should I crush the noiseless patient spider with my heel, or nurture it in my palms? Where, Mr. Heaney, my pen DOES lie, nice and snug. It etches my page, like a spade to earth. It cuts away at the diverging wood, to forge a path anew, one, where only I, have stood |
Quicksand and Surfing...
by Nancy Devore My brand new laptop adventure is the lost and found searches and wanderings under the swell, crash and flow....mostly out of control...This entry a mere near death snap shot of last where I landed. I clutch but I know I have to let go because here where I draw these words which I may not remember...these words most certainly will wash...wash away under...the wave of curiosity and blunder...that pulls me away...away to yet another equally intractable place on the face of my laptop to another equally beautiful digital desert beach of quicksand...just below the tap of my finger and the sweep of my hand... Beyond my few clearly marked safety lines I hold my breath and dive under...without my GPS I make my best guess...Try to remember the notes in my ear the small quiet voice that I hear...follow the light through shaking refracted waves...and start to see what I never knew and remember what I let slip away... On the surface with each strong crawl stoke I make head way and take aim...the bow of my body a cradle in the toss propelled and rocked with yearning strokes for solid shores. |
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