Tag: impermanence
member name: M M.
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June 20, 2007 11:23 AM EDT --
Nothing special, except to him.
How curious, they were more than toys.
We buried them at the sidewalk's rim.
Nothing special, except to him.
He lost them - eyes began to dim,
Slobbery, stepped . . .
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April 27, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Today, I feel that my entire life is borrowed - from what or whom, I don't know. It's not the right color (sort of tan and gray) and it doesn't fit - tight in some places, baggy in others. . . .
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June 12, 2007 05:07 AM EDT --
Don't tear me a(par)t.
My s(par)tan life (par)ts
Like a stream. It de(par)ts
As you close my a(par)tment door.
(Par)ts of my rusted (par)titioned self
Finally fail - the com(par)tments
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June 18, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL ?
I’d get that manuscript in the mail.
Spend a day living as a snail, slow
And leaving my trail of slime
Without regard to erasures . . .
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May 21, 2007 03:30 PM EDT --
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom
Gone to seed, the common purple clumps
Now sere, brown - a shabby room
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom.
I think of sticks, of switches, broom
And childhood . . .
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June 01, 2007 05:00 AM EDT --
He does not wander far away.
It's hard to make it down those steps.
He is fourteen years old today.
He does not wander far away.
He is fourteen years old today.
Outlived himself, according to . . .
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June 19, 2007 09:55 AM EDT --
There was an order to early spring bloom times in our yard as I was growing up: first the lilies of the valley, the tulips, the lilacs, the iris, and then the catalpa tree. We had one in our front yard, . . .
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June 29, 2007 01:38 PM EDT --
Summer days, sad surrender, spicy peppermint, leather cup
One of those summer days.
A night’s dream, if only I could dream.
When did I forget how to dream?
Was it some sad . . .
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May 21, 2007 06:03 PM EDT --
And as my boss said before I resigned, "Everybody's mother dies. Get over it."
So, it's that day. And I still have the magazines I was reading in those final days at the hospice, . . .
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April 27, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Woke up sad, barely
able to move, smell
of burnt toast and
the ashes of a bad day
already begun - my son
awake, three-thirty in
the morning. Panic
and pacing all night
and I was afraid the house . . .
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April 30, 2007 11:43 AM EDT --
And the forsythia blooms. I hope it is in the right spot this year, gathering all of the sunlight my shady yard has to offer. I've lost three of them. This time I am careful to follow the planting . . .
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April 25, 2007 12:20 AM EDT --
It is the butterfly bushes I mourn
most deeply
and the monarchs that will not come
because of that: the deaths lead
to absence, the guests invited
but the dinner unprepared.
It is the white . . .
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June 18, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
He was a mystery to me, in a great many ways: a silent, stoic man who grew up on a ranch in South Dakota, speaking only Norwegian for the first years of his life. I have a picture of him standing on a . . .
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May 07, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
When a child is born, you want only the best for that new life. You look into the fathomless blue eyes and think of days to come. A boy. Bicycles and Little League. Scouts - maybe even Eagle Scout. Girlfriends . . .
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