Moody

My mood is somber

Regardless of sunny skies or rain-filled clouds

I weep

Over oatmeal, world news, once-forgotten melodies stirring in my brain

Memory kaleidoscopes

Like diamond-sparkles on my finger

Remind me of my loss

I have no sense of time

Of moving forward

I sit and stare
At my husband's ashes
In their pewter urn
And hope, one day, for peace

I Need

Life back the way it was
Before sickness and death tore a hole
In my heart
Large enough to drive a truck through.
I need a loving smile to warm me,
A hand to hold when thunder booms,
Arms to wrap around me in the night.
I need
To stop needing…

I Dream In Colour

I dream   of fire-pits
flames the colour blue
yellows licking at my spine
Rose-coloured glasses
smashed   in grey rejection
A mustard-orange pain
burning

Bright reds   dark reds
blood reds...red blood
spilling in my dream
filling hands   buckets   rooms
Blood red rooms
dripping

I dream   of hospitals
white uniforms
green garbage bags of death
Colours fading
brown earth
brown earthworms eating

Black

* "I Dream In Colour" was originally published in Poetry Halifax Dartmouth No. 27

Close Cover Before Striking

Your touch awakes me
Tempts me
to shed my slumber-skin
Your teasing fingers dance
like flames   upon my spine
I feel the heat of body
pressing   into body
Yet wrap my arms around you
like a moth   drawn
to a fiery death

Your whispered words of love
mesmerize
Entice me to ignore
the acrid smell   of burning wings
Forgetting match-book cover wisdom
I melt
into your fire

The scent   of After Shave
hangs heavy in the air
like smoke

* "Close Cover Before Striking" was originally published in Poetry Halifax Dartmouth No. 27