Aging – Page 8 – Poems from in between

My window at night, viii

Mostly afraid the rain will stop, spattering on pavement and irregular bricks, wind flourishing through wet leaves, taking its time, coming in time, hollow pounding on garbage cans. I hang on random drips echoing in corners of the side yard, longing for its everlasting.

Jenifer

October 4, 2014

Aging, Childhood, Dying, Love, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Seasons

poetry

To my Aunt Cathy

It was as we played king of the raft — bobbing the way it did, always half-swamped with the translucent green of the little lake, and all of us shouting, thrashing, sending the fish to the bottom, the sun shining our suits, our shoulders and necks matted with tangled hair, you watching from shore with…

Jenifer

September 13, 2014

Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Memory, My family

poetry

Top of the White Trail

The first sense you have is of the isolation and how disorienting it feels to not see anyone, even a stranger.

Jenifer

August 29, 2014

Aging, Childhood, Meditation, Memory, My family, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons

poetry

I say goodbye

In small bits and pieces, the wake trails — a bit of flesh, a heartbeat, a bit of mind, of memory, those moments so carefully gathered up, gaining distance behind. Flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart, mind of my mind, hand of my hands, noise of my noise, song of my song, I…

Jenifer

August 15, 2014

Aging, Dying, Family

poetry

Sort of a lamentation

The bottom line is that you should be afraid of poetry, coming as it does when you least expect it and asking so much, as if it knows you well enough to do that.

Jenifer

July 6, 2014

Aging, Dying, Family, Humor, Memory

poetry