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Sunday Chapel

Afternoon, a walk in the woods, I feel
the pull and pinch of past life struggling
to resurface, like springtime new growth.

I stop beneath a pair of oak trees stripped
by the winter, release my gloved fingers
wanting a campfire to relieve the itch
and ache of cold – or other hands to hold.

Over the crest, a break in the water
signals a short thaw giving me some hope
Spring will soon melt away the dreary grey.

The adventurous partner in this pair
he goes ahead of me searches, explores,
finds wonder in just about everything.

A glance over shoulder as if to ask
permission to venture farther away
he smiles when I nod, and he runs. I walk.

A slower pace to practice my breathing
– slow and steady, in through the nose, and out
through the mouth. Deliberate meditation
in our Sunday chapel by the river.

~
Siobhan
1/19/14

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November Winds

Each year, I fight against the Solstice tide
find my way out of its darkness – once more.
One moment I am moving forward – then
memory spins me around, throws me back.

A draft of leaves offers me direction
carries my gaze skyward from horizon
to clear blue – the beauty of autumn comes
through in red-yellow-gold fractured patterns.

Then, no longer shadow-bound, I step in
color-deep sidewalks, slip from rain puddle
to puddle. Emotions swirl together
leaving me lightheaded, tossed like a leaf

in November winds. Sunshine confuses
heartaches from the past – leaving them behind.

~ Siobhan
11/20/13


Rearview Mirror

The stoplight wasn’t nearly long enough;
I only caught a glimpse in the rearview.
Not enough time to drink in his image –
left thirsty, only a sip of blue eyes
(were they blue beyond my imagining?)

No cigarette dangled from crimson lips
– which only made me want to taste them more.
With no idea of height, just a hint
of stature by his casual posture
leaning against window and steering wheel.

Red turned green – envy my destination
as he disappeared around the corner.
I just passed, too shy to reverse my course.
He will remain in my rearview mirror.

~Siobhan
11/18/13


Black River Water

 

Colors washed from the day run together;

river water darkens from green to black.

My mood, captured in the dimming sky light,

grey mixed with muted brown, is overcast.

 

Winter’s approaching brings with it sorrow

unshakable – even after these years

of tears, rants, and raves, followed by healing

wounds that break open with a touch of past.

 

Time spent wandering among trees, along

river bank and deserted beach, provides

respite – a path to remembering you.

 

And although we never walked along here;

I find you blended in muted color,

our love in the deep black river water.

 

~

Siobhan

11/18/2013


I rolled over last night and thought
– for a second –
you were there.
I wanted you
to ease the knots from my shoulders,
rub my ankles and toes
as only you can.
Something about your touch
relaxes me
while it excites me.

I knew you
were not there
beside me;
just pillows
that no longer carry your scent
stacked for me to hold on to
when missing you becomes a little too much
more than I can handle.

I didn’t fall
back to sleep
right away.
You occupied that space
in my mind
and I allowed myself
to remember enough
to fall asleep again
a smile curving my lips
as if kissed
by you.

~

Siobhan
03.25.13


Perhaps it’s your smile
or when laughter lights your eyes
I find I miss you

~ Siobhan
3/21/13


I wish I could be
as nonchalant as you are.
When will winter end?

~ Siobhan
3/20/13

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