Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Life's Laundry

large load
high heat

heavy duty
extra soiled


Friday, October 9, 2009

the years disappear
like the leaves
on the trees
called by the bright
afternoon sun
i remember
afternoons in the park
bikes and guitars
walks and talks and time
stretched ahead of us
into the summer
of eternity

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Red, gently applied over yellow
with a dry brush.
Cold apple.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Facebook Falls Silent

Facebook falls silent when a friend is dying.

Somehow the banal updates
about the torturous nature of daily chores
seem disrespectful
when multiple communities
on 2 coasts
are in deep mourning
over a life--
so well lived--
that will end
way too soon.

We all are saying the same things
to him
and to each other.
Prayers are being said,
novenas offered.

Memories resurface;
regrets are mulled over.

Time has been cruelly compressed.

we see
the end
of the road.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The News

After the news
we held our loved ones long and hard
as if to make them real
and remind us we were still alive.
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson