Just a picture. (4/100)

Posted in Consideratum est per curiam with tags , , on July 16, 2015 by wordsweneversaid

So I read a poem to my Son the other night…
He always listens patiently – he knows the writer through her words.

He listened a bit more carefully this time…
She was telling a story about a place he knows well.

As is usual, by the time I was through, there were tears flowing down.
Normally he would just spend a quiet moment – he’s that way.

This time?
We took a picture.

I remember the things she wrote about – I was there.
I just wanted her to be able to see it.

It’s three buildings away from a certain Lutheran Church…
I’ll share that too.

Sometimes, all we want is a bit of home.

4.

For Maggie.

Posted in Random 'ME' on July 15, 2015 by wordsweneversaid

So much I never said… (3/100)

Posted in Consideratum est per curiam with tags , , , on July 15, 2015 by wordsweneversaid

Memories…?
– appropriated
wish that I’d been there.

3.

Windblown. (2/100)

Posted in Consideratum est per curiam with tags , , , on July 14, 2015 by wordsweneversaid

“Never leave a feather where it falls…”

When found along your path, an answer meant
to fill an aching prayer you’ve skyward sent

The flutter of a voiceless joy retold,
a loving breath brought close enough to hold,
a rush of song now silent, sleeping – cold…

2.

45. (1/100)

Posted in Consideratum est per curiam with tags on July 13, 2015 by wordsweneversaid

So, who’s to say which one’s considered as most genuine…
the words your word admires, my own? My sedentary pen
still strays idly over crisscrossed sentiment –
each letter knowing what it used to be, each word forgetting what it meant.

1.

Random act of Memory

Posted in A Dedication, deceptively simple, Random 'ME' with tags , on January 20, 2015 by wordsweneversaid

That endless second,
The eyes I’d begged the gods for one chance to lose myself in
every dream I’d never been able to believe in
staring into mine across the counter

– can’t remember if it was Gin in your hand –
could have been a gun, I wouldn’t have noticed.

I couldn’t say your name.
I will never forget – not being able
to say your name.

I thought of your long ago night walks
– how the cold ate what little flesh you allowed yourself

How the words seeped through the tears,
the blood – your blessing

The scabs laid one atop another until
The pages were thick with scars
– and I couldn’t say your name.

.

Suffice.

Posted in Random 'ME' with tags , on November 19, 2014 by wordsweneversaid

I’ve said enough…
The lightest day, the darkest night.
I think I’ve had…
Enough of both.

I say the end.
Of what became our final laugh,
I think I’ve had…
Enough of both.

L.

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