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Back in centre just for a moment
In that moment when you learn
A parent has passed away, died
“How was that?” I ask … reply

Policeman at the door no need to say
Knowing the content of his message
Dad’s death unexpected as it was
Had come and gone just like that

Glad to have seen her one last time
To have sanctioned her last request
To stop eating and be left in peace
Her right to dignity – Bugger the Law

Should I have felt more? Whatever
I felt what I felt … Not that much
“For better, for worse” their words
I not here to fill up empty dreams

I guess I’m up next then whenever
In the meantime these days slip by
Neither wholly sweet nor bitter
Simply days preceding more days

Mary Oliver: In Memoriam


Flesh and bone may decay
Her words, all the thoughts
All the feelings they evoke
Shall remain to nourish us

Familiar (with image)


A true bond
Is never broken
Birth to death
Life to life
Rooted in one another
Branches of one tree

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I came across this fine photograph on New Hampshire Garden Solutions‘ site and was moved to republish this shadorma accompanied (with his kind permission) by his photo. His site is one of my favourites, always full of both beauty and interest, and I highly recommend it.

Familiar: Shadorma


A true bond
Is never broken
Birth to death
Life to life
Rooted in one another
Branches of one tree

What A To-do


What a commotion
What a to-do! What a to-do!
We live while they die
They die while we live
What a commotion
What a to-do! What a to-do!

The past and the future
What a to-do! What a to-do!
List upon list upon list upon list
What a to-do! What a to-do!
Desires, revulsions
What a to-do! What a to-do!

What a to-do! What a to-do!
Needful extraditions
What a to-do! What a to-do!
To not do may allow
A release

A releasing
A relaxing
As tomorrow
Leaves space
Where time was

Contacting The Spirits: Tanka


She’s passed away now
She never liked him to drink
With loss came freedom
She sees though he may be drunk
He still sends her a bug hig

Eternal Partners: Tanka


We chewed the upbeat
Now it’s time for the downbeat
Look! … Amn’t I still here
Celebrating it for you
As this too passes away?

A Twist On Beneficence


“These damned Rep…tiles!
God rest their souls,” say I.
My single simple condition?
That they be dead and gone first.

The Pilgrim’s Progress (Republished)


Will I reattain as it was written
The ocean where crystals shatter and drip
A will-o’-the-wisp with magic lantern
The westering shrouds of a mourning ship?

Will I be arrested on the waters
Carried off to the strand of the dead
Among the willows by the river
Where the grass is scattered and the shadows are fled?

The quality of majesty in a jealous god
To leave an amnesty in his will
Miscellaneous chaos still takes its toll
The cannons sound across the hill

The smoking candle, the sounding bell
Written and arrested as it shall be
While one skull wanders in search of a ring
The other stares open-mouthed at me



A light extinguished
Need only be rekindled
To shine forth once more

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