Saturday, March 19, 2011



I knelt before her
she in her recliner
unable to move
from the waist down
unable to speak
I looked into her eyes
and said, "Don't you
give up hope, I have
read about remissions,
don't you give up hope."

She may have been
thinking, "fat chance."
She may have been
given hope.  I didn't
lie to her, I had read
about remissions, will
hope sustain her, will
it make the difference?
Are they who hope the
ones freed from affliction?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Frost Poem

Doing Frost

It's cold here
our hearts are incased in fear
everything is frost glazed
we try to think our way free
we want it how it used to be

Not Ready

Not Ready
I’m not ready for the wrinkles on my face
not ready for my husband’s diagnosis or
my diagnosis, not ready to see my friends
growing old, just like me, how short times
apart show how much they have aged and
I know they are thinking the same about me
I’m not ready and yet as I watch youth walk
by, parade on TV and in magazines and I 
see the look on their unblemished faces, I
remember with all my philosophical yearning
all my career capability, my child rearing and
managing a home, that I was efficient then
but, I knew so little about myself, about life
that along with wrinkles I have gained richness
of appreciation for everything living, that I 
have finally found my purpose, which is to 
realize the gift of life and to embrace it and me
before it is all gone
the hard work is over, the easy work begins
to wake each day and savor, to get close
to God, to stop the worry, the negativity, the
fear, to revel in the glory, magic, wonder of
creative evolution, kiss the ground, kiss the sky
kiss a rose, love everyone unconditionally


Those who die
without family
without friend
without foe

no one
to hover near
haunt, protect
play games on

do they linger
in limbo alone
hung in smoke
of incense coils

Friday, March 11, 2011


I am earth, quench me
my children born of me
rising up from my soil
need to drink deeply to
grow, to survive, without
water there is no life
dust only

I am earth, quench me
my lakes and rivers and
oceans need replenishing
without water life, no life
all will perish, rains bless
my bodies of water, fill them

I am earth, quench me
but know when enough
is enough, do not flood
my children, wash away
soil, denude my fertility
so nothing will grow
dust only

I am earth, quench me
water my children
flora and fauna so that
all may live and thrive
basking under sun
partaking of air, held at
bay by fire, then rain