Monday, May 18, 2015

Ghost Town

The Last of Duncrief

Untold history
languishing into ruin
only ghosts remain
~

Not far from where I live, an old ghost town has almost disappeared back into the realms of history. Only a decrepit house stands where once hope flourished. No mill left to mark settler's dreams. No plaque planted to tell its tale. Just broken glass, battered boards and a hint of what could have been in small-town Ontario...

Friday, May 1, 2015

scars


soft petals tinged by
past breezes, freezes, memories
forever noted
yet beauty amidst the scars
show strength in our tomorrows

Friday, April 24, 2015

Mizpah



11 - the number of years we would have had
what would have happened?
where would we be?
would it have been deserving of steel?
or would we have survived babies?

7 - the number of years you've been gone
so many moments
lost before their time
I've stumbled and reworked them
a life that should have been our prime

3 - the number of years we had
marriage was a gift
one I didn't quite  foresee
you gave me all your everything
your love for eternity


I never will forget
the days when you were mine
I still live them every day
our hearts will always twine

Happy Anniversary my love. We would have been married 11 years today. While our days were stolen early, I'll always celebrate the time I had with you and take joy in your living memory left to me in our children. Blessings to you sweet man.

We've got mizpah...

Thursday, April 23, 2015

predictions

walking down the street
April air 
freezes
words 
into wisps
of thought that
break
on naked knees
thrown down
in challenge of the
weather
predictions
that were right 
all along
~snow~




Tuesday, April 21, 2015

waves

I dwell behind flash-
ing cursors
so as not 
to upset 
my
place,
space in
an uncertain
universe of married
thoughts, ideas,
calisthenics
that rock
egos
fragile
after fractious
flings in the netherworld
of love, restrained and drained

no more


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