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Late Summer Visions

Poetry is gone, visions my only words.

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Secret Spaces

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The cool of green shade

steps to a secret place

locked doors of a shed

the innocence of childhood lost

in a matter of minutes

and no one knew

for years and years and years

dare break the silence even now

Grandpa did a naughty

and it remained

forgotten for years

until you shared your story

of what happened to you

there were other times

of lesser evil

but sketched in memory

enough to sting

even now

so many decades later

I have forgiven

but no longer forgotten

from so early in life

I adored him

the trust

etched deep wounds

though the misdemeanors minor

by most standards

just enough to give pause

if I see a secret place

all too inviting

for the sins

of

a forbidden intimacy

just enough to

add guilt and shame and fear

where they do not belong

inside me

in stillness

in the shade


Abandonata

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Abandoned by life

choked by overgrowth of unkempt green

once upon a time

breathing, seething with energy

steaming with the hot breath of cattle

teaming with the tenuous tenure of life

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Your body long gone

your loving heart now ashes

your caring now a memory

which nothing can erase

and time cannot erode.

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How I long for thee

though a mere thin veil

separates your spirit from me

small comfort

when I miss thee mightily.


Hooked

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You hooked me,

twenty-eight years ago,

with your shy smile

and elusive ways.

I was scared

but you were more so

which made me brave.

I would I had known you all my life

(or even before)

 but I feel/felt like I had

although it took years for me to find you.

With your rough hewn edges

 you taught me to speak up

when before I spoke not.

 I have learned to take care

because you have taught me to dare

and today on our 24th wedding memory,

despite our little irritations and frustrations

as an old married couple,

I am hook-line-and-sinker-

in-love-with-you,

and want to use what time is left

together

to bring one and other to God.


Old Barn with Window View

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Could not resist the lovely curve of the roof of this little red barn– some might call old age sag.


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Patterns Repeated

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