Erosion

This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/16/alzheimers-grieving-the-loss-of-my-mother/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Erosion A garden once planted in spring, bearing life in shade and sun, is now tangled with weeds and blight. A hearty yield once sustained by... Continue Reading →

This New Earth

    This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch Until the swirling breeze Seizes them for the ground To heal the soil, dried From August drought.   One last fruit, Grateful for the light, Ferociously... Continue Reading →

Voices From the Veil

The following poems were written in a medium state. Maybe all poetry is so. Muse is ever present. However, I was listening to a message from my mother who passed in 2016, and two other voices came through. Hence, Voices from the Veil.

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