About Love

About Love

Some say
love blooms. Not I.
Love is no show staged
but work spliced, scars hidden between
the two

About Love

Some say
love blooms. Not I.
Love is no show staged
but work spliced, scars hidden between
the two

Senyru Time

Revisied:
Christmas morning dawns
small feet pad long halls
…eyes light up the room





Original:
Christmas morning dawns
small feet pad long halls
…eyes like stars explode

Lav Chintapalli: Building up tolerance

Lav Chintapalli: Building up tolerance

Slow Goodbye

We watched eighteen wheels
rolling up the long curved
rise, our drive, trees we planted,
watered, arching over, now
shadows falling thick,
dense air of sighs.

What remained of our possessions
moving toward retirement,
distant from this sheltered cove,
Weeping Willows dripping leaves,
wind-brushed grass where Holsteins
grazed, unfazed and unaware
of our goodbyes, whispered
to all of them,
the lone great heron,
beavers in their den,
turtles sunning on the shore
once ours,
uncluttered now
our kayaks sold.

Hands clasped, we pressed
for comfort from the future,
then released our grasp
to go.

Changing Places

Changing Places


he turns the door knob --
discovers she’s too ill
to awaken yet


he’ll take their daughters
to the mall for play and food --
let them find ice cream


In a later life
Mother guides his new wheel chair --
two girls skip ahead


today grandparents
on sideline bleachers --
children running free

Clearing Space at Four

Clearing Space at Four

so short my little broom
I swished from side to side
pushing pebbles on the path
passing round the bend
beyond their sight

though they feared
me lost
I sweept on and on
at sticks and dirt

beneath my pen today
thought uncoiling free

like that morning
in a darkened wood
I am never lost but
present to myself