the scars in my Hands say I will never forget you, never leave you
Tag: Poetry
haiku: my distant pity…
compassion is bread and salve, my distant pity is a waste of time
old journals…
yellowed pages of yesteryears’ poems… my life revealed and concealed
Light Bulb in a Moscow Graveyard
Life is full of revelations, and some of them I have chronicled here in my blog over the last two years… it seems many of them come to me late in life… The first time Wayne and I visited Moscow and walked through the graveyard of their Russian leaders I had a moment of illumination……
I Bowed to Worship Another…
I relished a trip to Amherst, Massachusetts, a few years ago with my family. A long-time writing heroine of mine, Emily Dickinson and I had an appointment. I could hardly wait to visit her childhoold home. I consider Dickinson America’s best poet, exceeding the writings of Frost, Whitman, Sandburg, and Emerson… even contemporary poets like…
haiku: broken-shadow moon
in the twilight ofdusky eve your smile sparkedthe broken-shadow moon
haiku: silently
proof that You are real star, stem, stick, and sea signal that truth silently
haiku: happy easter
Gan haKever — The Garden Tomb, Jerusalem, Israel, 2009 easter lily white resurrection day dawns clear offering new life
haiku: self portrait
hard edges softened by loss, pain, grief, betrayal joy beyond this life who has not envied a bird in flight, soaring up above life’s chaos mid-life assessment fewer questions and even less answers to flaunt people do not seek answers but understanding and heartfelt comfort not Pollyanna but joy surely follows…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 