looking back upon
the woman I thought I knew –
now, the secret storm
pours in around the edges
her hidden sorrowing seas
(“the woman i thought i knew” – 7-5-2015)
Tag: Myriade
myriade
myriad, her names
we joined together fiercely
the many of her
and the almost one of me
and manifold was our grief
To share is human:
freckles
i yet see her face
with its freckles uncounted
that she often hid
and i hope for her much peace
and grace to soothe her spirit
To share is human:
in garden whispers
always of sorrow
she spoke in garden whispers
biochemistry
the borderline of regret
desire in many faces
