February  1998 Poems

These are the poems I published in February, 1998. In a sense, I think they are all about love, don't you?
 


 For the week February 2-8, 1998.
 
 
 

                                                People

                                                always say
 

                                                        Thank you

                                                        for being you
 

                                                                Who else

                                                                 can I be ?
 
 

                                                Am always me.
 
 
 


Wrote this about a plane crash several years ago. Was reminded about it because of the screaming newspaper headlines lately. For the week February 9-15, 1998.
 
 
 

                                                        the hurt
                                                            of not knowing
 

                                                        can be exceeded
                                                            by the grief
                                                                of the certainty
                                                                    of knowing
 

                                                        can only be exceeded
                                                            by the pain
                                                                of the uncertainty
                                                                    of never knowing
 

                                                      God, spare me the choice!
 
 


For the week February 16-22, 1998
 

                                                                  Chain of love?
 

                                                                Love
                                                                    doesn't bind
                                                                        nor imprison
                                                                            nor limit

                                                                rather
                                                                    it frees
                                                                        breaks limits
 

                                                        but destroys.
 


Wrote this when my grandmother died in 1972. For the week February 23-28, 1998.
 

           
She  . . .
 

                                                          had always been here.

                                                          is not here anymore.

                                                          will never be here again.
 
 
 
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