25 August
filtering the pieces out
she rides the train south
it's not always easy to keep fierce
enough she cries out
of the bitterness
and steps into the gusting of a warm spring day
Shining through the branches of a big old pine tree
When Joe comes home from working nights he flops his cap down on the kitchen table. It is an Irish sculls cap and when he wears it with his mask at work they say he looks like a Southie (Irish part of Boston) bank robber. I just like the way it looks on my kitchen table and I’m glad he’s not a bank robber. My sister had to get some scans in Boston and spent the week at my mums. I had them up for dinner one night. This isn’t the greatest picture of her...I think I caught her in mid-chew. Sunday I met with both of my daughters and my grandchildren. We were the only ones in the pizza place and felt comfortable taking our masks off while we ate. It was the first time we’ve all been together in such a very long time. It brought me to tears. I rise before the sun most mornings and see it coming up over the neighboring houses like ribbons of orange and indigo light. One morning this week I happened to glance up and see the crescent moon setting behind the big, old pine while the sky was
I have a feeling that the warm spring day will dissipate her fierceness. What do you think?
ReplyDeleteShe's in control...!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty poem.
ReplyDeletePamela
I love the idea that 'it's not always easy to keep fierce' How true. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful choosing of words!
ReplyDeleteI am immersed in deep winter right now, so it is a wonderful thought
"the gusting of a warm spring day"
You create so beautiful poems, aspiritofsimplicity.
I do not know why, but somehow, this one brought to mind Emily Dickinson's "A route of evanescence".
Thank you!
Od Liam
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteThose steps in the right direction are so positive.
ReplyDeleteWell contructed and expressive. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, this is wonderful!
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Lovely transition of moods in this. Nice use of the words.
ReplyDeleteOh My, this is especially good.
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