Hard (i) (an edit)

someone said the test of love
is making hard decisions–
choosing, for another’s sake,
the necessary actions;
taking the proper path
though strewn with rocks,
watered with tears, and
fraught with pain.
for love chooses what is best
chooses what must be
shouldered, borne, and done,
in spite of what might be wanted,
regardless of what had been hoped.

from the poem Hard (i) by Joy Camburn in response to this post.

Foghorn Leghorn

dissociative phrases slip in and out
foggy dew, fog lifted, foghorn, leghorn. ;)
creative buzz,
cackling energy welling
glad to be free.
free of the fog. there it is again,
chase the pent up rush.
ideas in a fuss,
hear the thrush! now focus. crisp.
clear, feel the clarity, contrasty,
images, razor sharp, like a knife.
now soft, fluid like water.
oh bother. chase the convolution
harry it like a cat and his mouse
or a bird and his prey
wait. where was i again?
– 12/3/09 – 1

Conversation

my dreams linger lightly on the wispy wimple
of the silver softness of my pillow
as i remember brightly the fine and fickle
flurry of the early evening hours

i will greet the morning, and the blushing brightness
of the subtle sunlight as it creeps across the floor
while i linger in the longing of the prior evening
thinking of the time i spent with her