Lost in Spaces – penned 2014

Lost In Spaces


Do you ever get lost in spaces

Between yesterday and tomorrow

‘Twixt past and present?


Here and now, seems

Blended, framed like a bridge

Moving forward and backward at once


That thought I thought

Is now past and these words

Are now history


Once done, behind

Reach back to engage through

Memory only


Living happens in the spaces.


Inspiration: Memory walks and current thoughts.

Un Chance – penned 2014

Un Chance

‘Ignore them’ she mouths silently…

Those little pains that settle around the heart, like arthritis in joints
Creaking a little when we try to stretch our heart towards something new
Something lighter and different than the past presented us

Ambivalence sets in like a sea fog, clearly we see for a moment
Then possibilities are obscured again by mists of former things
And we find ourselves straining for that clarity again

Voices of our own concoction whisper, oft positive for a fleeting moment
Swallowed up again by self-doubts and remembered pain
Off we skitter like tide-revealed fiddler crabs in retreat to our little holes

A soaring hawk captures our vision, Ah! to ride the currents with such grace and lack of fear
We ponder that freedom in the air beneath our feet
And stretch a bit more than comfortable in a brave moment

Always these choices remain ours, if we but embrace them
Soar or scurry away back to what is safe and sound and empty
Or trust in ourselves and others once again

‘Reach out’ she mouths silently…


Inspiration: A road trip back to TN in the winter; the snow, the crisp air, the beauty there, time with friends.  I always heal a little more each time I return to nature – even when I’m not aware that I’m in need of such.

Etchings – penned January 2014



Would that I could have etched my affections into the stone chambers of your heart
But how long would that have taken me, bashing against that impervious surface
More than one lifetime, which is all that I have to give, and that just a shadow left of what I once had


Would that I could have etched my name to sit upon your lips like a savored and delicate morsel
Instead of it falling from them in frustration, once or twice,
The irritation echoing like sandpaper upon my soul with deep gritty lines causing me to flinch


Would that I could have etched my reflection upon your lids each night as your last vision before slumber
Instead I was forgotten before I was even fully formed in your sight
Dismissed, discarded, disdained like yesterday’s fast-food wrappings eddying in hot air beside the roadside


Instead I was an objet’d erotica and my affections bounced off of thickened skin, never penetrating the surface
Three lifetimes would not have pierced your granite passageways
Even if I’d had possession of that treasured map


Instead my name became a hated thing within your mouth, distasteful
Anger and vitriol poured forth from those hardened chambers
Even as I turned and walked away with gentle sadness


Instead I was a distorted reflection of all the things that others have done before me
Echoing through you like a fun house mirror gone into endless replication
Even as I revealed more I felt you withdraw deeper


Etching is not permanent, it can be abraded away if the surface is soft and malleable

Your etching has fallen off of me…
Mine never gained purchase on you.


~Inspiration: First failed attempt to learn to love after widowhood