Label reads
Non-toxic
Trusting the seller
A message so clearly
Intent on creating calm
Belief in goodness
No harm will befall
Promises of faith
Love always,
From beloved mouths
Years later discovering
A stranger’s declaration
Has value in truth
No more, no less than
The someone
Once thought
Would only part
Upon death
Words and deeds
Truths at an outset
Will give rise to
Painful expectations
And perspective’s
Limitations
Tag Archives: love
Lost
Steel waves murky
Crashing mercilessly
Rudderless journey
Storm clouds swirl
Thrashing incessantly
Compass needle spins
Homeless; no direction
Captain overboard
Lost at sea
Distress signal
Not received
Terror and frenzy
Prostrate on deck
Knuckles white
Gripping hope
Survival until
Calm and a spot
To toss anchor
Threshold 40
Perfectly indispensable in a world
Of throw away everything,
Already by mid life having
Been shattered twice, putting
Herself back together, better
Than the original, not simply
New or only improved, instead
Her qualities deepened into a
Finer patina of experience
Far more relevant than
To be placed behind glass
Safety’s sake, protection
From the touch of true love’s
Appreciation, her colors,
The depth of her hue and light
Requires care, the touch of
Joy gently, quietly lifting from
This resting place, proudly
Stepping over a new threshold
Her brilliance shining into
New rooms of hope, adventure; life
My Friend the Artist
A voice that caresses
Explaining ins, outs
The go to for how to
New ideas made solid
Positive strokes
Happy thoughts
Of friends, loves
Giving memories life in
Portraits penciled
Photos and film
Capturing in stillness
And Action, his artist’s
Perspective giving direction
In a patient, gentle sculpting
For canvas, film and screen
Generous to all
Creating snapshots in time
To love forever
This Mother’s Imperfections
Reflecting on the imperfections
I never dreamed, when ripe with
Pregnancy now mine to bare
Slights and inconsistencies
Attentions more to this or that
Instead of on you, for you
Fantasy of being the one
Who remains conscious and
Never left nor right of the true
Forgive me, and know
Duties held the struggle of
Standards I could not meet
Others assigning desires
Which lacked love’s intentions
A confused responsibility
Yet steadfast and firm always
In quality and duration
The love I feel for three
Breakfast with Buse 