'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.' Kurt Vonnegut

Friday, September 12, 2014

In Repetition

Margaret Bednar (Use with Permission)

There is beauty in repetition, the eye leaping
From part to part and back, noting the spaces apart.

I have spent minutes gazing at the even pattern
Of knot-holes in a pine floorboard, measuring the tree.

A flight of summer birds in the pale of yellow autumn
Transfixes me with their precision: beads strung but no thread.

Crack open a geode to see the hidden lattice of crystals,
Brilliant and various, self-replicating in quiet complexity of self.

More beautiful than these: the small repetitions of you and me
Words breathed in the dark, the same words, the same deeds of love.


Margaret Bednar shares her images of natural crystals in her Artistic Interpretations Challenge at The Imaginary Garden.

My couplets are inspired by the work of sister-poet, Kenia Cris. Do yourselves a favour and read everything she writes.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


photo credit: hjl via photopin cc

You wake to the empty room.

The crack of light between eyelids
burns like a fresh wound
a thin slice pared with a sharp knife
that anchors you to day life
calling inexorably from beyond
your locked doors.

You roll from under the covers.

The floorboard beneath footsoles
knows your tread as surely
as an old abusive lover knows
you’ll make your way home
and you measure angles
the squares of chairs
the corners of walls.

You eat breakfast at the window seat.

Venetian blinds slanted to chop
your throat into segments
of light and shade
spare and exact as the curve
of collarbone beneath skin
while your left hand cradles
the cracked cup of cold tea.

You check your face in the mirror.

The edge of your smile is smudged
your eyes are too many
washed-out shades of green
dripping with the uncertainty
of what is out there: you would set
a glass to the wall and an ear to the glass
just to know if the screams 
you hear are your own.

You search the headlines but no one you know has died.


My Wednesday Challenge in The Imaginary Garden this week refers to the iconic song, Where do you go to, my lovely? by Peter Sarstedt and explores the theme of "Dichotomy".

Optional Musical Accompaniment: Chandelier by Sia.