| TEARS IN GLASS I remember well that cold flat gray The outstretched arms of our silvery leaved elms Heavy with a mist Unseasonably clinging to roof tops We sang out “ Olly Olly Over” in voices Thin yet, with childish glee We on the teetering edge of outgrowing such games Pretending enjoyment for now and sometimes concealment of such I remember too well that day Age has not dimmed my memory of mothers startled gasp The fear sinking my eyes down to the tips of my curling toes She reached out her hand to steady and perhaps soften the news of your death Her hand smelling of the onion she was cutting for the soup that day I could not cry I could not cry My grief was too deep for public viewing Inside and alone I spoke your name to the mirror Tracing an imaginary path in the glass across my cheek By Sheryl McCurdy |
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| POETRY |
| FIGHTING THE FADE TO NIGHT Losing the battle fingers splayed an orange struggling to compose itself trying to pull in the sections one by one but failing then trailing into the water fingers through the pudding furrows of ripples displaced grasping color waning faint desparate bobbing bobbing, again then grey greying deeper still at last . . . finally fade by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: Tears in heaven |
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| For Tim |
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