Difficulties of Speaking to the Dead…

Between you and me
is an ellipsis
that spans this life
but can’t quite reach the next

All the things I said
that you didn’t hear
and all the things
I didn’t say
but meant to
and now I never can,
for your ears
are filled with earth
and worms
and bugs
and all manner of bacteria
claiming you,
taking you back

And the space grows
between those three dots
past, present, future
time and worlds
and thoughts
and unsaid
words
fill the space

And yet
it feels so empty

Check out Poets United for more poems in keeping with the season of All Hallows Even and Day of the Dead.

 

National Poetry Day

I thought all the national poetry business was in April, but I now understand national poetry day is today.  And I read it online, so it must be true (insert ironic glance).  Anyway, with that in mind I decided to post one.  So far it’s untitled.

Have you heard the song
the planets sing to one another?

Or felt the yearning
of seed for Earth
and Earth for seed?

Do you know the secret language
whispered between the roots
of the trees?

Does the moon call to you;
does she pull your heart with her
even as she turns her face?

Then
be still,
and pay attention!

Kitten Update – Names

kats

Thank you for the suggestions.  My (local) writing group met at my house and were playing with the kittens (we are a very serious and hardworking group) I was explaining that was teetering between Mooney and Leif for the second kitten’s name. Then one of the group said, Well, if you have Harvey then the other hast to be Wallbanger.”  And that’s all there was to it.

So, I’m please to introduce Harvey and Wally!

(Harvey is on the ground, with the white feet.  Wally is sitting, looking on.)