Tag Archives: family

Broken Stick

light bends
becoming a divining rod
for color
i push a doll in a buggy
years before i wonder
about you
like an open watch back
i am staring again
wheels spinning
teasing out how things work
wondering if we are
still keeping time
or in need of repair
because something skipped
and now the wand
only finds
shades of gray


Meant to be

looking for light and tolerance
dark ball sitting in stomach’s pit
longing to direct willing youth
warn them away from mistakes
made when tired was unknown
womb not heavy with experience

mother’s worry that well-worn paths
still hold sharp stones that wound

young men not compliant types
to boyhood warnings and direction
throw caution as broken boomerang
laughing at monsters under beds
no need for bandages on scrapes
as life chisels and defines into
the men they are meant to be

On My Mind

what’s on the fridge
some childhood art
life’s freedom painted
from nephew hands

what’s on the table
gifts of light, burned
not saved but spent
in bright friendship

what’s on the counter
wine to share, bread
to break with others
make a meal complete

what’s on the desk
notes, words, paint
pencil, pen, brush
thoughts for later

what’s on the pillow
an inviting spot
to rest my head
in a silent dream


Christmas Window

some storefront windows
have elegant displays
meant to entice you
place a tag on happiness

other scenes exist
their goal is comfort
for laughter to gather
to be warmed by the fire
fed by homemade meals
recipes for contentment
handed down the ages
remembered as unwrapping
each forgotten ornament

Another December

i flipped the page
crisp sound like morning
smell like a new book or coffee
glanced over empty spaces
thinking leisurely over plans
inventory of what to write in
holidays, birthdays, anniversaries
luncheons, parties, and surgery
i grasp the page again, feel the thinness
amazed that something so easily torn
can hold so many memories, plans
seemingly powerless as it counts
or does it force days forward
common, like a lesion, nondescript
until they tell you, it is a tumor
larger than you want in a brain
my nephew’s name looks so small
when i write it on the huge date
before filling in the other
empty spaces

Winter Blanket

here is the winter blanket
loaded on a loom’s beliefs
each thread slowly gathered
from memories end to end

a hope that it is not finished
may it lengthen longer yet
to see the pattern repeating
along the lifetime’s weave

filled with brightest colors
of all that have been known
from earliest youth, childhood
to farthest breath alone

when it is time to tie the ends
remove from tension frame
wrap it tight around you
know that all the love remains 



Lineage Aflame

as elder fire turns to coal
and we become the flame
how will they know that
we are not the strangers

heir of kindling stokes us now
bringing heat and brilliant blues
stacked together on the beach
our heritage laid upon a pyre

seaside lovers warm their hands
while longing looks a blaze ignites
send up sparks to darkened sky
season ash then consecrate by name