Loss

"Betrayals during war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire. For the heart is an organ of fire— I love that. I believe that."

[From "The English Patient. Reading Almásy's note on the Christmas firecracker]

Ebb by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

Morning Without You

Imago

Image from google images

You embrace me in gold chrysalis,
place me hidden,
inside, soft and wet.
Partake the latent;
begetting words
hung from hooks
of silk.

And in your tasting,
I become more than my body
on your tongue.
Immovable, sleepless,
I relinquish my will,
await for the imago.
Whilst you wait for me.

Carol Ann Duffy: First Woman Poet Laureate for Great Britian

Bridge

haiku

"Bridge"

Between the heart-line

and life-line, there is a strength.

You can find me there.

“Late have I loved you…You were within me, but I was outside…You were with me, but I was not with you. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness…You dispelled my blindness…You touched me, and I burned for your peace.”

~St. Augustine~