a poem in my pocket

Marriage is a meeting, a melding, a matching of two primaly different perspectives. It’s a perfectly imperfect study in passion where one discovers a fine line between ecstasy and agony. Beware of emotional baggage that packs bitterness…open up to launder, expose contents to fresh air.

Love and hate are but two sides of the same coin. Consider the root of anger. Do I really hate YOU in this moment? Or do I hate that you do not (cannot?) love me the way that I really want to be loved? Let go with an open heart, hold on with warm hands. Forgiveness preserves togetherness.

social distancing

will bring out the best and worst

grace always wins

Awake in middle of night…time to play magnetic poetry online!

so much depends upon

the stainless tea kettle

whistling

on bisque enamel stove

next to bunch of yellow

ripened bananas and a

 warm batch

of  ginger crackle cookies.

William Carlos Williams’ poem about the red wheelbarrow inspired this poem…

baby boy
bouncy baby boy
beautiful bouncy baby boy
big beautiful bouncy baby boy

brother to four
older sister-mothers
who coo when you cry,
“you know that we love you!”

breast-fed and chubby
with soft rolls of charm
your smiling blue eyes
and adorable dimples

grandma’s ticklish touch
triggers wiggly giggles
you’re round and delightful,
sweet-cheeked apple of my eye!

we’re passing shadows
from dust to dust again;
Jim’s baptism~memorial
marked in same church.

his body now laid to rest
soul released into glory;
farmer planted in the soil
harvest is brought home.

casket bouquet features
corn, fishing pole, tractor;
children, grands & greats,
fruit of faithful marriage.

he outlived son & one lung,
now breathes heaven’s air;
entered the land of living…
those left behind will come