On sadness and grief

Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…

The many years

Through the many years  that played between us, though the many years  that lay between us-  . I see glimpses of my joy in things that make you smile, The more I look, and find of you I see myself for a while. . Maybe, today  I can say  I see the reasons, to your…

Still…

​In my breath, there  Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot  Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing  Nothing at all to see  In my voice, there  Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still  Is a desire,  Desire…