Time moves incessantly ambles as we stroll rolls as we revel cascades in times of joyturning, flowing, always forward. Time separates, even while moving forward.Distance added to time.Friends diverge to their own paths amble, roll, cascade.But true friendship transcends time.… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
When I think of agingvisions of nature appear poetically,ready to be written across the page.But my hand tremor sets script askew,not unlike a preschooler’sfirst attempt at printing their name. Nature’s brightly pink ruffled peonyonce perkily perched, quite the showy thing,gleamed… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Chiseled jaw, high cheekbones.Tired eyes glance sideways,energy depleted. Joyless.Her exquisitely shaped lipsrouged deepest red.Closed, not pursed, yet somehow gentle.Dark tendrils hang beside her …| lillian the home poet
Everyday wide apertures:newsprint, television, radio.Second or third-hand glimpse of another’s plight.Photographers knowwide apertures provide shallow depth. Until that day, that’s what I had. That day, strolling the cruise ship’s deck,my privileged promenadewas suddenly interrupted.What I’d read about, heard on the… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet