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New Audio: Three Pennies

She was neither here nor there

In debate in another tongue

Tearing out the IVs

With savage, no more of this.

 

The soul does not just leave;

It wanders through the veil

And retreats,

From one home to another.

As though waiting for new sheets

Not yet pressed.

The vase of flowers,

Being arranged.

 

She was neither here nor there

Where are you, Mom?

You’re picking flowers and

Reaching for delicate things.

And placing them peacefully to rest

Next to you: These little treasures.

 

Do you see Dad?

No, why do you ask.

Do you see the light?

Silence.

 

The soul does not just leave;

It wanders.

It leaves three shiny pennies

Lined in a perfect row

On hot pavement between two cars

For me to see,

Knowing that She would have picked up

Those little treasures.

But not I: She knew that I would resist

But understand the message.

Her final departure: The Third.

 

Copyright© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/showthread.php?102361-Galton-s-Paradox-What-is-the-probability-that-three-coins-will-show-the-same-side\

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Audio · Haiku · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: Robin

Robin missing eggs
Mother missing memory
Grief seeking treasures

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://hylebos.typepad.com/blog_from_the_bog/2010/05/buds-bloom-sunday.html

robin nest

 

Audio · Micropoetry · Poem · Poetry

Spider Webs

Spider webs entrap my house

Tangled memories?

Buried dreams?

Perhaps

A trove of treasures

Caught in the light

And not defiled by dusters.

Just for me to find.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://www.seeker.com/ai-recognizes-different-spider-webs-1767361988.html

Audio · Haiku · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

Robin

Robin missing eggs
Mother missing memory
Grief seeking treasures

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://hylebos.typepad.com/blog_from_the_bog/2010/05/buds-bloom-sunday.html

robin nest

 

Audio · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

Three Pennies

She was neither here nor there

In debate in another tongue

Tearing out the IVs

With savage, no more of this.

 

The soul does not just leave;

It wanders through the veil

And retreats,

From one home to another.

As though waiting for new sheets

Not yet pressed.

The vase of flowers,

Being arranged.

 

She was neither here nor there

Where are you, Mom?

You’re picking flowers and

Reaching for delicate things.

And placing them peacefully to rest

Next to you: These little treasures.

 

Do you see Dad?

No, why do you ask.

Do you see the light?

Silence.

 

The soul does not just leave;

It wanders.

It leaves three shiny pennies

Lined in a perfect row

On hot pavement between two cars

For me to see,

Knowing that She would have picked up

Those little treasures.

But not I: She knew that I would resist

But understand the message.

Her final departure: The Third.

 

Copyright© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/showthread.php?102361-Galton-s-Paradox-What-is-the-probability-that-three-coins-will-show-the-same-side\

three pennies