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Seasons of remembrance…

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

The lines stare back at me wanting to be heard,
I stumble on my feelings
I grasp for words…

It’s the season of remembrance when hot winds blow,
a return of those moments
when I let you go!

And all I want is
to fade with the light,
to sink into my dreams
on a warm Summer’s night…

There’s a company of angels
motioning me
to breathe,
in the long dark hours
when I lose belief!

with grace they remind me of your invisible form,
the forget-me-nots
that light adorns…

courage is born of an inner knowing,
that the colors of love
are overflowing…

I pray to heaven to return with favor,
to shelter me when my confidence waivers…

your incandescence
can never fade,
as light uplifts me
until the end of my days…

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“Don’t worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright”
― Bob Marley

It’s like the time
when I knew each song,
careless whispers that nothing could go wrong…

music playing on the turntables,
pipe-dreams that have slowly faded…

I danced to the beat
of night fever,
spurned lovers
lonesome dreamers…

Pop-star posters on my walls,
connected with the live applause,
I longed to be a dancing queen,
living inside the silver screen…

rhythm and blues
was my therapy,
the lines of an unchained melody,
finding comfort in soul lyrics,
confessions of a teen spirit…

to learn the truth at 17,
that love was meant
for beauty queens,
a blow for girls with freckled faces,
yoked into a friendless matrix..

I was enthralled by revolution songs, so really, what could go wrong?

I’m still a believer in “one love, one heart
let’s get together and feel alright”…

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My Mother’s eyes…

I lived inside my mother’s eyes,
I drank her tears,
she carried a deep woundedness that stole away the years…

I delighted in her fragrance
the softness of her form,
I inhabited her happiness,
I felt her inner warmth…

She dwelt among mortals
when sorrow came to dine,
there was no celebration, no juniper wine…

She’d lost her melody, her spark of life
buried by loneliness,
her wounds she tried to hide…

she had never been inconstant until that fateful day,
they said she was manic,
and locked her away!

I wish I had moved in
and scattered all her pain,
I wish I had entered the vortex of her shame…

I was there the moment
her life force ebbed away,
I held her gently
and begged her to stay…

on her deathbed her aura became so bright,
her breath eased
as she moved towards the light…

how could I hold her and keep her for my own,
when the table had been set
and she’d seen the glow of home…

without her I was rainless and devoid of faith,
and from my own shackles I needed an escape…

I still feel her legacy
burst inside my breath,
I see her in visions across the veil of death…

she lights up the night skies,
she has become my summer rain,
she’s planted in my spirit,
she trickles through my veins….

the sparkle of her blue eyes always captures my gaze,
through the mists of memory,
in black and white shades…

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Summoning Spring…

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
spring flowers
Every year about this time I pick these wildflowers in my garden (some call them weeds). It reminds me of my dear blogger friend Natalie
This is a tribute to her…
What is it about spring’s promises
that feels so sublime,
is it the fluttering
of birds
or the golden sunshine?

Is it that days
grow lighter
with each breath
or the burden of winter
being put to death? …

perhaps it’s
the wildflowers
that spring into view,
fragrant memories
being gently renewed…

dark days become echoes
quickly forgotten,
when frenzied bees,
gather a profusion
of pollen…

Perhaps it’s
amber sunlight
that wakes me
from sleep,
or budding foliage
too busy to speak…

Me-thinks it’s a whisper,
a graceful homage,
earth’s restoration of a timeless promise,
as butterflies usher in
brighter days,
and every corner
is imbued with praise…
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“No one knows what has been taken from you
when the silence of absence deepens.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
love letters
These are
the love letters
that help me breathe,
messengers on the wind
I gladly receive,
in the knowing
you are everywhere,
I inhale
with gratitude,
your constant care…
calling cards
from the skies,
tokens I
Though they crumble
in my hands,
I feel connected
to mystical lands…
sacred memories I hold so dear,
stored as timeless souvenirs…
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My confessions…

“The willingness to show up changes us, It makes us a little braver each time.”
― Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

atomic bomb

There’s something about you that can bear
my confessions, while others only offer glib persuasions…
It’s an understanding that pain gathers
until it can no longer be held,
And I drop it like an atomic bomb…
it shatters the windows of my heart,
it blows the roof off
and I’m exposed,
but it also breaks me open into a new reality…
The reality that he’s woven into
the tattered fabric of my life,
like a light that can never go out…
and I will carry him with me as a bright aura for all my days…

So look at me and you will see his smile,
the memory of his laughter keeps my heart beating,
and his voice forever rings in the silence of my dreams…


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Displays of light…

from heaven to earth

You do your best to survive
the brutality,
but you never forget…

your brave face pressed against the darkness…

though the pain subsides,
you wait
in pools of unwanted thought…

And grief erupts unexpectedly…

You speak to them often,
in whispers,
you ask their advice
you say their name out loud
and hope that someone
will recognize them
on cloudy days
or when dragonflies visit…

There is a deep longing
to see their radiance
to know where they are
to ride to them
on clouds of dreams
across the veil…

The ache lies
in the pit of remembrance
in waking hours
beyond separation…

You would die if it was easier
to find their face
carved out
in glowing spectres…

But at that very moment
of faith,
the space between
thought and inhalation,
the veil thins
just a fraction
and you glimpse
of light
reaching heaven…


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I’ve seen the unseen…

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
world traveller 1

I Light a candle in remembrance of you.
I never thought
make it through,
but your magnificence is the air I breathe,
a tangible presence
of faith believed…

I’ve seen the signs,
held your hand,
scattered my dreams on desolate lands.
The breath of God sustains my being,
in movements of grace,
I’ve seen the unseen…



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Bent in worship…

On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

bent in worship

bent from their
shouldering their pain,
archipelagos of grief
joined in
their tears were
as raindrops
of the crystalline kind…
heavy with sorrow
their hearts
were enshrined,
in the embers
of remembrance
on the winds,
in iridescent worship,
their light
never dimmed…



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An Ethereal touch…

I light a candle every Friday for my son…

candles on friday

I’m tenderly
in incandescent tears,
speaking of you,
knowing you
are near…
I close my eyes
and imagine,
as your light overflows
in gentle
of a never-ending glow…
I feel you
around me
like an
ethereal touch,
your diaphanous
my sanguine blush…