Mar 2014
A True Parting
She raises her tiny fist
to plant in the middle
of his stricken chest
She spreads her fingers wide
across his heart
her open palm
comes to rest
They may have come to pass
in the middle of the night
but currents tend to mask
what wrongs that can be right
Tossed together inside a maelstrom
only to shelter
each other from,
the small atrocities
of both their realities
only the two of them know true
what each other sees
She says
"See that ship over there
...by the pier
I should be aboard it
...as I stand here"
October 4 2011
She raises her tiny fist
to plant in the middle
of his stricken chest
She spreads her fingers wide
across his heart
her open palm
comes to rest
They may have come to pass
in the middle of the night
but currents tend to mask
what wrongs that can be right
Tossed together inside a maelstrom
only to shelter
each other from,
the small atrocities
of both their realities
only the two of them know true
what each other sees
She says
"See that ship over there
...by the pier
I should be aboard it
...as I stand here"
October 4 2011
Richard Shepherd was a friend met here, a long time ago, brother to Bathsheba and both of them amazing poets and great friends. Richard and I shared message poems together and I miss him and Bath tub every day... have decided to share some of our personal poems :)
