Posted in 2018

December 26~ A Lamentation vcl©️

With ghostlike steps

The unforgiving light of morning

Pours out, grief suspended , unended

Stopping the illusion

That anything can ever be okay.

Ergo I lean in

Strain my ear but

I can only hear

one heartbeat

Faith, belief, forever

are only words I pencil in,

Grasping to my chest

My book of lamentation.

 

For littered among Christmas debris

I search the fragile memories

You said that freedom lies in solitude

The song of angels now stilled

I strain to hear the trill of your faint goodbye.

Art: Florence Blanchot

Posted in 2018

Losses. vcl©️

You never get used to losses

Losses are like being set adrift

In a lifeboat with holes in it.

Always bailing

Always seeking the shoreline

 All rescuing each other

For most people are not strong swimmers

Or never learned to swim at all

 It is only in SOS that we declare

That we do not know how

To survive in this rudderless world

It is us against the world

Until someone else comes along

To claim your loyalty

I could warn you

That their lifeboat has holes too.