Tag Archives: Love
Migrant
Rest your weary mind
My love
Rest your stricken heart
Permit time
Permit soonness
Permit fondness promised
When seasons change, as they will
When notes become no more
Permit the absence, too
The Joneses
Walking dogs in the Sunday morning sunshine
Surprises for eachother to find
Maybe pancakes, or a new rocking chair
Building upon last night’s love, for today
Today
Is altogether theirs
Unfounded
For the first time since the first time, I was presumptive
Those crickets!
Their song for me
Our mutual love of warm summer nights … and the reedy mid-day marsh….
For the second time since the first time, I learned
They were just crickets … being crickets
They chirp, they do not sing
They survive, they do not love
For Father’s, In Advance
For the fathers who found me right where I was at those given times, and right on-time
You, who, with green eyes, blue eyes, and blue-green eyes
Loved me with a love that helped me grow tall, be tall, and stay tall
Thank you for the canned vegetables, the frozen vegetables for-the-first-time-in-a-lifetime, and for the fresh-from-the-farm-and-roadside vegetables
Though some would seriously judge, I needed your yo’ mama jokes, bar room jokes, and first thing in the morning jokes, to remind me to smile
-you showed This firstborn how to be Serious Business, after all-
Thank you forefathers, for being my fathers, for being there then, and though elsewhere now, for being still here nonetheless
Wild Erased
Just settle down
Tell it to your manic
Who used to threaten the world
If it harmed a hair on my head?
Just go gently
Take your wild, man
Ever contemplate the green
Would snuff it out for settled-down love?
Lipgloss & Love
Hey, how’s it they do it?
These women, these friends
Surely they’ve some frayed ends?
Lipgloss and love
Their superpower for sure
And they awe me
The really Something they give
At all costs
As Ginger, in heels and backwards
Going forward in grace
All day and always
Kinetic
We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!
So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that
Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”
circa
I met you
Through some avenue
In a trip around the sun
That always seems to shine on time
On a whim
Supernaturally
Light of my nine lives
For what purpose is certain
wife of his youth
Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
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