I art, therefore I am…
The white robed girls flock We can hardly count the years Release them like doves Key words: graduation, girls, freedom
The white robed girls flock
We can hardly count the years
Release them like doves
Key words: graduation, girls, freedom
Where I cradled you I release you to the world. A blue heron soars.
Where I cradled you
I release you to the world.
A blue heron soars.
Reclaiming daydreams. Tubing in the Antietam. Black snake whip-glides past.
Reclaiming daydreams.
Tubing in the Antietam.
Black snake whip-glides past.
My Ex-Husband Turns 50 And I grow old with memory. Sorrows I nursed, the way I held Our children, counting every breath, Wet and taut, worried that I had them All wrong. They thrived On my ministrations. Anger is different. It starved me for years. Life’s fierce demands Too much for us. These days, I … Continue reading “My Ex-Husband Turns 50”
My Ex-Husband Turns 50
And I grow old with memory.
Sorrows I nursed, the way I held
Our children, counting every breath,
Wet and taut, worried that I had them
All wrong. They thrived
On my ministrations. Anger is different.
It starved me for years.
Life’s fierce demands
Too much for us. These days, I blame it
On the air. I was a young bride,
So sure in my satin that I could turn
Him on my hips. We did not fit. Weaned
From that life, hardly ready for what followed.
Years passed.
In a basement, doors locked against
Inevitable police neighbors called
When the band played too loud.
Someone is singing, still,
Though we cannot hear those waves
Crashing as they must against
All that we chose to do.
Key words: Aging, turning 50, memory