Anger, Farewell

Anger was washed away in the river along with any obligation.
—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Farewell!
I cast you to the waters
that purify
carry woe to bay

Anger
Judgement
Expectations, faltered
roll and rumble, tumble
as I pray

Take
this form of me that has not served well
the disappointment
fear
conditional love

Flood
my heart
with consecrated water
holy light
that I may rise above

And no longer
feel
these obligations

*Shared in The Garden

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It’s Just Lunch

It's Just Lunch

It’s just lunch

Hoping not
for a circle of gold
Commitment a year from now

Don’t need a response
to every text
Or message within hour of call

I’m here, you’re here
Let’s see where it goes
One never knows when

It’s just lunch



Break, Rend, Send

Did you hear it
Break
Rend
Send
a swelling thoracic tide
front, back, side
overwhelming, rising high
forcing lacrimal waves
up, howl, cry
as will caves
collapsing lungs
with dead weight

This
is utter disappointment
disillusionment
loss
the broken heart
of one who gave at all costs
prolonging the agony
retaining only dross
because, allowed,
you took everything of value
on your
way
down
and out


Riverside

Riverside

Riverside.

Tis

My own House on The Hudson
East River Manse
Swanky abode, Central Seine

I designed and decorated
chose minimalist approach
“Less is Better,” they, in media, say

They.
Have a choice.

 

* 2011 photo taken in Malaga, Spain, when the economy crushed dreams and drove thousands from their homes

shared at The Garden