I had roses
Now I can only see the roses in her cheeks
I had hours, days, seasons and years
Now I have work and not work
I had celebrations, rituals and spirit
Now I paint pictures to contain the love that has no where left to go
I had you, spinning to butter
Now I have memories and forgetting
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
HP - the beginning of the first of many
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Anchors
Now the water washes over me
The anchors hold me down
50 years of struggle
now acquiescence
No one to disturb the endless weight of waiting
The anchors hold me down
50 years of struggle
now acquiescence
No one to disturb the endless weight of waiting
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
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