Imperative
Now
Go
Sit In The Garden
Now
Do It
Now
mouth shut
senses open
- Diana Joy
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- Diana Joy
- Apr 17, 2016
- 1 min read
I actually did write this yesterday. I just didn't get around to posting it then, and I have forgiven myself for that. This is for the Pedersen family, with love. Especially Bent, Sam, Becky and Alex.
Changing of the Guard
Rummaging through the past
in hushed chaos.
Children.
Children’s children.
Childrens’s children’s children.
Pulling stories out of drawers
closets, cupboards, corners.
Photographs by the hundreds.
Plates by the dozens
hanging on the walls.
Knicks knacks,
fridge magnets,
cross stitch wall hangings.
Christmas paper,
books, glassware
cutlery, ashtrays,
placemats, hats,
knitting needles.
Dust of years flies
from boxes revealing
the mystery of their contents.
The place empties
of stuff and fills
with the love of those
who will carry on
in the tender watch of
a new matriarch.
VHS tapes, a travel alarm clock.
“I don’t know how to tell time,”
the youngest boy says.
- Diana Joy
- Apr 15, 2016
- 1 min read
Hump Day
I write
my way uphill
in ink and pink snow
of cherry blossoms and fear
long, long, long, at the top – I tip
and trip laughing through
pollen and pain all the
way down to
the end
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