light heavy sweet bitter

light heavy
sweet bitter

---

blue
lake

water rests flat in
a green valley lying below
its girdling mountains
---barbsdad
---

on
my
walk

a storm-felled tree struck
enduring silent blocks my
path; I step round its

fresh corpse to gain the
bridge, and, once there, quiet watch
those birds, so fine in

flight, that abduct their
morning's due ... and by that feed
their babies waiting

---

just
the
facts

a quarterhorse---sleek,
black, a stallion---canceled my
sister at thirty;

he bucked, she fell; he
caught her with cleated hoof at
temple, broke her brain

at its stem; she lay
at coma in-hospital
eight days (running a

tab), then left; I cried
at her funeral, and before,
ever since ... and now

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Comments

Cloudthings

16 years 10 months ago

Warmth to you anyway for the sweetness of the first works & for

I was thinking all along, how lovely & light these writes, until I got to the last of course, ouch, oddly bunched these ones, but effective in the end. Dear Chuck, that is terribly sad, I do wish we could actually reach each other with comfort, but something like that is relatively untouchable... Warmth to you anyway for the sweetness of the first works & for the cleaness of the last. Anni xx We dont believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveal

Candlewitch

16 years 10 months ago

Chuck

"Just the Facts" floored me. It was quite a shock (and well written, too) I am so sorry for the loss that you feel everyday. I wish that there were something that I could say to take the pain away, some wisdom that I could give to you... Big Hugs, Cat

Nordic cloud

16 years 10 months ago

You stumble with the

You stumble with the beautiful and the sad images in your brain spinning together in a strange dance, that of ecsatic blue and devastating grey mourning, wrapped around a poem of remembered sobs and happy moments, all mixed together leaving us tied into your knot of wrung out despair at the injustice of accidents and the loss of your sister. We feel it too, and wish too it were not so. What you have of her is still with you in your heart and her voice can still be heard when you are sad and when you are happy, and life marches on relentlessly so we have to go with its flow, all ending up in the same unknown element ourselves. Woeful atmosphere and sad joy, with love Ann of Norway