• Life in General,  My Poems

    Well {a #poem}

    “That’s a deep subject,” I’d oft repeat, to chide the speaker for such a lame, one-word comment. Well, indeed. I’m in it at the bottom, Swimming in my own tears drowning in grief that I must haul up bucket by bucket. But the hauling is needful– the bucket-at-a time tending a necessary process. The grief needs to be felt and measured–lived through to measure me— I do not want to come up short again, but learn from this deep, deep hole, and coming back up, take this pain, put it to good use, to see past the bucket and the baling and the bawling, on to the wishes coming true…