Time passing

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You have not returned from your walk

You should have been getting ready

To go to ride the ferry 

Eating breakfast, dressing up

But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat

The telephone is garbled confusion

Converging into cries and disbelief

Of what has happened.

 

Tears take time to dry

Smile takes time to sustain

Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not 

Take the place of loss, we

Brave each morning, learning

New steps, each night may bring 

New dreams, to remember and celebrate 

Your life that will not return 

Understanding and surrender take time

Love bears and endures all things 

The only truth I have to know.

To thread a needle

It will be difficult to thread a needle

If you are farsighted.

 

He loses his temper and throws the dental floss

He doesn’t want to talk or smile.

 

She doesn’t chase the last word anymore when she talks

She observes the three bees on the rhododendron.

 

He drives in the forest and along the coast

He is calm under the redwood trees.

 

She drops the vase filled with water and flowers on the living room

Her right hand is bleeding.

 

He helps her clean up

They decide to make amends.

 

“Seize the day,” the poet says

Helping others is the crowning praise.

 

It’s wonderful when verb and adjectives are used together

I like crabs dancing under the candle lights.

 

When pronouns drop in , it’s hilarious

All the nouns scatter.

 

They are laughing walking on the beach

Beethoven is a pianist, then a composer.

 

Experience of loss and sad endings are dispersed in life

They are secret ingredients of freedom.

 

She runs alone, alone with her own thoughts

The hardest challenge.

 

Failure, triumph, dried tears, lost tracts of time

In sepia then autumn raging with colors.

 

Embroidery is a sacred craft

We welcome new threads.