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Apr 2014 · 736
anniversary
Sheila Craig Apr 2014
spring.... the camellia
was in flower when....... when you......
on your last day....
Apr 2014 · 398
us old trees
Sheila Craig Apr 2014
still mostly upright
you and me
creating our turbulence, creaking
through every loaded barb,
our branches whip and recoil
scrape and crack

bits fall off and
we're up to our knees in our years
in dead leaves and bark chips
broken off our customary selves

underneath the sap still runs
builds itself up, takes
a deep breath and
puffs out its chest

ready to burst out of its leaf buds
Feb 2014 · 427
unknowing you
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
the can hits the yellow bin, the
recycling one
drips roll down the side
I don’t know you again though
learning about your agenda - but
only partly why there is one
Feb 2014 · 721
waiting
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
tension wraps you -
a sealed shell at low tide  
you wait for morning
Feb 2014 · 1.2k
threads
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
wine stains on the shelf
a flash of irritation ended
coverless on the couch

separateness lingers into morning
politeness papers over open wounds
where repairs could have been made
memory wire refuses to uncoil

we'd overwound the pound-shop threads
of our connection
scraped each filament to fronds
that could part at any moment
but didn't

we argue our differences, forget
to celebrate our samenesses
sensing barriers
where none are
Feb 2014 · 548
blue
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
searching through stars
sky wrapped
your surfaces converged
emotions dark as
spoons in a drawer

wings distorted dart
darkened through pines
disturbed
your face clenched
you turn
from the window

lights flower
on your face
Feb 2014 · 413
bottle
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
throughout the autumn gale
the bottle on the sill
reverberates
flashing storms into the room

minute blue sparks of our crackling encounter
let fly ice blades to pierce
deeply
maim not ****

harsh words flying as wet leaves
torn away
slap against the window

the storm  passing
we asked why

yes, I know I said but you
said what I meant was
you've got it all wrong but I
know you so well what
gives you the right to
assume you know how I
feel all right SORRY as if you
meant it and anyway what was all that about


reflections darkly subsiding
taste remains
raw
resonance of anger in
a dark pulse inside
the blue glass bottle
Feb 2014 · 902
adrift
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
through flood washed pebbles
you also drift
acorn in a stream
Feb 2014 · 584
oaks
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
three oaks
gnarled limbs flip wildly in the gale
aged belly dancers in a row
Feb 2014 · 471
night
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
night long gales
endless road trains roaring
through the dark
Feb 2014 · 479
if...
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
what if your keyring
was all you left behind
swinging in the lock

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