April 09, 2011

Stroke

A brush will provide clarity
To life’s long brevity
Experiences, community
Friendships, affectionately

Behold be held
In weakness meld
Blood stress pressed skull
Hostage, life may be killed

Fortune of care
Position place to pair
Chance peril now aware
Life’s risk is to share

Caution to wind not so
Future known not yet, lo
Life’s interests, love to know
Deep caring love’s wondrous show

It is so worth it
Face forward no longer sit
Recovery’s exposure writ
Life’s love experience wit

April 06, 2011

Companion

The sun spreads morning light filling the dark voids
Luminance bounces from the east reflecting from surface exposed
Into the open sash glazed refraction to his rooms

They wake together light and he, begrudging slumber last sleep
It drives last dark from furniture and fittings, cloth and structure
Revealing pattern, his neatly contained and lonely world

His eyes they open always east, morning invading from behind
Fitful sleep succumbs to days first words: “good morning”
To space divan, had space been filled be space divine

This place is neat, this half bed made, pillows fluffed, always there
It never moves for this mans slumber reveres this place his morning eyes
Seeking sadly his companion, his life’s partner, where does she lie?