Friday, May 4, 2012

Even in May when all is greening
my thoughts trail to Greta and Pauline
others who have traveled in spring, to another shore.

Found the poem below in Poets&Writers magazine..thank you Marge Piercy.
The painting is mine from the series "The Deepness Within"
and is titled "Where The Creek Runs"
which speaks to me of a solitary moment in time,
but the vision is held...there, just over the rise, just down the creek, around the bend. 

Another Obituary
We were filled with the strong wine
of mutual struggle, one joined loud
and sonorous voice.  We carried
each other along revolting, chanting,
cursing, crafting, making all new.

First Muriel, then Audre and Flo,
now Adrienne.  I feel like a lone
pine remnant of virgin forest
when my peers have met the ax
and I weep ashes.

Yes, young voices are stirring now
the wind is rising, the sea boils
again, yet I feel age sucking
the marrow from my bones,
the loneliness of memory.

Their voices murmur in my inner
ear but never will I hear them
speak new words and no matter
how I cherish what they gave us
I want more, I still want more.

Marge Piercy