Waves

It comes and goes
Like waves crashing
On the beach
As the tide rolls in,
Wearing away rocks
Into sand,
Washing up driftwood,
Jellyfish,
And the occasional corpse.

I’ve never had
The best balance, but
I try to ride it out
—I’ve been taking lessons—
Adrenaline flows,
Knees wobble,
Let its power propel me,
Fighting it would just lead
To wipe outs, rip tides,
And undertows.

Afterwards,
Resting on the beach,
Dripping wet,
Catching my breath,
As the tide leaves its treasures,
Preparing myself
For the next time
I think of you again.

5/8/19

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I Can Still Feel You

I can still hear
The sound of your voice
In my mind
And in my dreams.
I can feel your hands
On my face
The last time we met,
The cold piercing
My beard,
There was so little
Life left in them.

I can hear the joy
In your voice
When I told you
We were coming
To see you.
I can still see
The light
In your eyes
When your grandson
Took you for one last
Walk in the park.

I can still feel
The sinking
In my heart
When I realized
How limited
Our time really was,
And the crushing
Devastation
When they told me
You were gone.

10/30/18

Vacuums and Scars

A living nightmare
From which I cannot wake.
Coming apart at tge seems
Like an ill made scarecrow
Left in the weather too long,
Portions of my past
Falling away to dust,
Leaving sucking black
Vacuums,
Bending light,
Distorting everything they touch.

Souls slipping away
One by one.
Time’s tragedy:
Entropy increases.
Some vanish quickly,
Some fade over time,
Still here,
But not the same.
All leave black void scars
Like the aftermath
Of open heart surgery.

6/14-6/20/18

Always With Me

Not a single day
Has gone by
Without me thinking of you.
Not always consciously,
Not always clearly,
The thoughts hang
Like a cloud
In the back of my mind
Behind the whirlwind
Of work and responsibility,
Seeping in around
The daily tasks
That don’t always get done,
Casting a shadow across
The random facts and trivia
And that song
That I just can’t get out
Of my head.
Lingering fog engulfing all,
Reminding me randomly
That you’re no longer here

4/6/18

My seventh poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

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The Night I Heard the News

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For Karen S. Leys (1952-2018)

And then
You were gone.
A spark of anger
That I missed the chance
To see you one last time.
And then the reality…
Out into the night,
Cool air on my face,
Walking with no destination,
Thinking, processing the news.

Collapsing into the arms of family,
Gripped by siezures of grief.
You’ve gone
Where I cannot follow.
Gone, never to return.

They tell me you’ve gone
To a better place,
But what place could be better
Than one in which we’re together?

2/18-2/20/18

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