2pm Sunday
Too quiet house
Traffic a lullaby
Take those thoughts of vengeance
And set them weighted in water
Where we do not contemplate the terror
Of good vision and our ability to clear away ash
Or see the scars of dust and neglect about her
Like a parody of her former glory
Wondering; “Will I come to suffer so?”
“Does karma work that rude plough?”
Or might I escape her fate for something less terrible?
Watching satellite particles of dust in sunlight
Long after they cast off
Into deep undiscovered ocean
Where the sorrow of prediction lays
A well worn thing with no humor at all
Like a woman left waiting, will eventually
Turn to cruelty.
beautiful! I loved your poem!
I miss your words. This is classic you. Sometimes I can pick a line from a poem and say wow! But it’s so difficult with you… there are so many wows. As you can see I’m not a poet, But thank you, once again you have made my existence a little more content. Oh! Happy Christmas too, Candice 🙂
To be left waiting
Waiting for what?
For a miracle?
For the one you know
Will not return?
Or, if they do,
The chance to sing
A few bars of
“Cry Me A River”?
And be the one to walk away?
For vicarious Salvation?
Or until waiting becomes
All there is
Until to be waiting
Is to become waiting?
Premonitions of what may come can be frightening
Wow, I love this phrase, “Take those thoughts of vengeance
And set them weighted in water”. That’s awesome.
Life is strange.
Wishing you a very happy Christmas 🎄🎄💜💜
Thoughts return to you on the passing of Joan Didion. Thank you for sharing your wealth of words and literature with us.
dearest Peter thank you lovely man
Dearest Derrick. thank you so so much for your lovely Xmas card. I received it and it really means a lot to me. I struggle with Xmas as I don’t have family to be around but a card from across the pond was a cure to any Xmas blues. Thank you dear friend. I am extremely grateful.