Poem from May 3rd, 2018 it is asolitudeof skyi decidejust nowin the monthof Maybut nottoday Someone said, probably Shakespeare, that “all good things must come to an end”, and so the day of D3’s departure came with nary a hitch, and Sue and I, her friends with him forever, me these last 3 years, stood in the driveway with tears running down both our faces as … Continue reading A 16th: it is solitude
Progressing through these posts, one by one, with a little trepidation, and reading each only maybe twice through, first to read and then again to fix the most garish mistakes and not touch them again, after adding my two cents, or a dollar’s worth. Of these days of early spring I do recall but hazily, as consumed was my mind on that leaving of a … Continue reading The 21st: Before The Dawn Of Simplicity
Been raining since the dawn, as I began to hear the pitter patter of it outside my window, and so it rained all day. I find myself inside, admiring a refresh of the wee abode, with the harmonizing of my colour scheme and hence given me OOooooMmmmm moments of happiness as I pass through from room to room. Simple things, little things, but big things, … Continue reading … and a 22nd: On Losing A Friend
Across the road a man plays fetch with his dog on The Green, a woman and her friend stand at the corner chatting, a dog on a leash dancing and prancing in anticipation of us. Irish and I veer off to the left, as I pass the two women on my right, nodding a hello I turn on to his street. The second coat of … Continue reading Waiting To Become
by PaulaB 