"rockport" poems
Once more
I summon you
Out of the past
With poignant love,
You who nourished the poet
And the lover.
I see your gray eyes
Looking out to sea
In those Rockport summers,
Keeping a distance
Within the closeness
Which was never intrusive
Opening out
Into the world.
And what I remember
Is how we laughed
Till we cried
Swept into merriment
Especially when times were hard.
And what I remember
Is how you never stopped creating
And how people sent me
Dresses you had designed
With rich embroidery
In brilliant colors
Because they could not bear
To give them away
Or cast them aside.
I summon you now
Not to think of
The ceaseless battle
With pain and ill health,
The frailty and the anguish.
No, today I remember
The creator,
The lion-hearted.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Though our streets are flooded,
towns and cities destroyed,
we will rebuild,
lots of help has been deployed.
Harvey brought it's wrath,
but Texans fight with heart,
though it will take a while,
there will be a brand new start.
From Rockport to Beaumont,
and the towns in between,
soon we'll be back on the beach,
drinking beer, wearing sunscreen.
With the sounds of hammers,
and of saws and drills,
don't worry about Texas,
be assured she will heal.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC