Monthly Archives March 2018

Wandering

Wandering   The climb through meandering rocky paths In open sandals for forty days ˗ Who does that? And why? I ask siting in his rose patterned wing back chair, Now my chair. Here, I expect messages of consolation. The dark nights of the soul on sunny mornings Are incongruous. Can’t get beyond the desolate brown hills Without greenery – Even my green walls give a sense of serenity But the image on the projector screen in the bare church hall, Of the Wanderer, Does not give comfort – only questioning….   Oh, these days we are far more enlightened
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Categories: Poetry.

March Snow

March Snow   White cotton clumps clung on the tree branches beside Her new place, in her new life. The snow had come ˗ again ˗ Unexpected Just as he had come ˗ the evening before, With only the words: and so it goes, And ready for bed …. Not their long bed at the other place But a normal length one in this her place His feet dangling at the base ˗ His lingering arms wrapped round her until she slept ˗ Only woken to the affable aromas: Of eggs sizzling in the blue porcelain-lined frying pan, Of rosemary
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Categories: Poetry.

Birth and Anniversary Dates

Birth and Anniversary Dates  It was Sunday, February 24th, 2001.  My father had just turned 70 years of age at the end of January. In many ways, that was a remarkable triumph, considering how difficult his life had been: being imprisoned in Hungary for 7 years, escaping from Hungary during the 1956 uprising, and starting his life all over again in a new country Canada – all the while suffering from debilitating rheumatoid arthritis which he acquired during his confinement in dark and dank prisons. Husband and I had just moved into our first house. As was my custom I
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Categories: Musings.