don’t you think

should come with a disclaimer

do not read as literal

wash on gentle cycle no spin

use bleach sparingly or often

depending upon situation

leave to dry outdoors

don’t put in the tumbler on hot

iron gently or not


I like my coffee black and mornings silent

but for the licorice dogs bark at fleeing squirrel

or jackdaw hammering out his concert

and when the day draws to a close

I like my light diffused and close

leaving darkness to itself

and all the wanderings the mind shall make

haunting this house in repose

to read of worlds you’ll never go

for travel is not as it used to be

stripping shoes and facing x-ray’s indignity

nor indeed our imagined futures it seems

requiring new needles to play favorite song


they say as you age your circle reduces

with regret behind those words

I have no regret of this, life is like a purse

pulled together by string to keep it taut

once filled with coins of many colors

gradually emptying its burden

I find the reduction a balm

within less there is more

time to consider and become still

further into the briar and gallop

you’re never lost if you’re seeking

you’re never found if you don’t let

a hand pluck you from the notion

you’re alone


she turns her warmth across my own

we hold on tightly as we head toward our door

the last to open

the last to close

she is me I am her

we may not be here tomorrow

but still the silver lines of existence shine

like exclamations in claiming dew

drenching our run further

toward the echo of our beginning

69 thoughts on “Infinity

  1. Always a privilege to read you, Lady. I feel the same as you. You are a light that constantly shines in my window. 🙂

  2. BTW what you wrote in your email earlier, totally that’s how I felt and why I waited a day so I could be sure to answer properly I get that, in this world of immediacy it’s so important. I think you consider things which makes you a rareity.

  3. Yeah so we pick a person we feel is ‘unsung’ and we both write about them and combine it into one poem? What do you think or would it make more sense to each write a poem and compare? I would say let’s write it together as one. (You are never ignorant)

  4. Oh gosh–thank you so much! I know these books are so expensive. I usually ask people to ask their libraries to buy it. 🙂 I believe more information is also better. I admire you for working at a rape crisis center and as an advocate. Thank you again!

  5. Feather you are a serious poet and your work is stand out. Don’t ever get discouraged, I wish I had half your talent. Don’t let the good heart bit become common knowledge, where would I be without my diabolical persona?

  6. If the proper disclaimers were put on life, then no one would ever do it. Life is daunting on the best days and unbearable often times.

    I am thinking about the shrinking circle and wonder if I ever had a circle at all of it that was just an illusion. Honestly, the thinking of it makes me long for the silent mornings and the reality of a solitude bereft of things like hope and faith and love.

  7. ha! So true! I think many of us would be like ‘no freakin way’ a person asked me the other day why I was not a ‘prepper’ given that I do think the world will end (virus/environment, who knows?) I said because prepping implies you want to live through it! I would not! Does that mean I don’t want to ‘live enough?’ what is ‘enough?’ what and who defines our measures? You don’t have a shrinking circle my friend you have tons of friends

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