degas-woman-at-the-window-007The loon sang out of season

and she bed her reason

wetting sheets with her angst

for who among the outside world

enfolded her as you had?

they say it takes just a moment

you can never go back

there, it was that instant

when you rested in my arms

and nothing else mattered

you asked, was it the temper of day

or mood of furnishing night

but it was neither my love

it was the weight of your head

against my rising chest

which had stood dormant and empty

for as long as I breathed stale air

comprising bone fragments dry as old tears

until you came and filled me

with your familiarity and nectar

pollinating wasteland

as if that’s what I had been searching

in my wool socks with holes in

when I squinted out of the kitchen door

unevenly framed with draft leaching in

at birds picking the blossom from peas

tracing their growth, tied in rows

much like humans let themselves become

I saw the russet fox stalk out

proud and wild

he did not require straightening or string

to mold him to his burnished lament

his paws were blackened with coal

leaving indents of darkness in twilight

mocking the sobriety of obedient eyes

cloistered behind their rule books

chalky and calcified

the fox out shone even the gloom

misting the window blue

and first light

ardent and bright

looking something like you

as you turn in sleep

toward me

like a movement of


joining emptiness



33 thoughts on “Whole

  1. You can write excellent longer poetry also. I admire the short poetry that says it with far less – I’m not so good at that but you are – thank you so much dearest S.

  2. You’re very welcome. Sometimes I find the longer pieces to not leave so much for interpretation. Maybe I should start working on that. It’s always a good thing to branch out from your comfort zone. ๐Ÿ˜Š

  3. True. I generally find a lot of longer pieces tedious to be honest, I try to avoid it in my own writing but it is harder to make a longer poem really interesting and on point than a shorter one – and it’s harder to make a shorter one really say everything. I feel you achieve the latter extremely well but of course, it would be very cool to read longer pieces from you also xo

  4. Your poems are always like a dream. They transport me to some place filled with metaphors, images and emotions

  5. “misting the window blue
    and first light
    ardent and bright
    looking something like you
    as you turn in sleep
    toward me
    like a movement of

    Those lines hit me to the core. Marvelous Candice

  6. Beyond Brilliant and Fabulous writing–and I’m on the same page with you: honesty; and “one” is as important, if not more so, than a “bunch of numbers”. Best wishes for your success and soul-satisfaction.

  7. So glad we are on the same page, I really think the world would be a better place if people were more honest, I’m always amazed at how much lying is considered acceptable. Much love your way my lovely xo

  8. Yes, lying as an acceptable practice of living…makes me ill, particularly when it’s considered part of “polite manners”–sheesh, how crazy-making!

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