One of Our Own Has Suffered a Great Loss

Hey all,

I just visited Granny Sue's blog and discovered, sadly, that she has lost a son. I would ask anyone who visits here and has enjoyed her posts, to stop by and leave her a few words of encouragement at this most difficult of times.

http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2010/02/jon.html

Bowling

From one hilltop to the next,
in a gimpse, an instant,
I viewed the vision of elegance,
the stepping form of a girl or woman,
wearing a yellow sundress,
the grace of a dance move,
lunging on one leg,
an arm extended behind her,
her fingers in the heavy black ball
which swings its downward arch,
disturbing the tops of the late summer
grass, bristled and golden,
her ankles down amid the
stems, heads, and petals of
black-eyed Susies,
to the full final end of her movement,
pens thundering from the hollow.
The soft breeze on the flowing golden field,
on and around the hard sphere,
causing her sundress to flit,
bowling through the mountians
and through my mind.

by Raymond Neely

Changing Linen...

I changed the linen
On our bed today
Been well over a year
Since her head rested
Beside me on her pillow
Lost in sleep there
Safe in a lover's dream
Of a tomorrow
That never came

I never slept the bed
Nor changed the sheets
Between her visits
Only putting on clean
Right before her arrival
The old held her scent
And my memories
Until her return and
New dreams could be made

Many lonely days spent
Lying on comforter there
Holding her pillow
To my breast and
Breathing in a trace
Of her essence
Smiling at the sound
Of her laughter
Ringing in my head

Was all I had
To get me through
As I waited for her
To fill my world anew
With easy smiles and
Tender kisses that warmed
Cool sheets again
With our love

It's over…
Done…
All gone…

She's not coming back
And my heart is broken

Her pillow holds
Only the smell
Of stale emptiness
As I shake it
From its case
And it falls
To the mattress
In silence
And dust

Pulling back the covers
I'm accosted by
Coiled dreams that
Lunge at me
Shove me to my knees
Bound over my shoulder
And escape through
The frozen pane of glass
Behind me.

A new emptiness
Fills the room
Displacing the air
My lungs burn for and
Need for living
It sucks the breath
From my body
Leaving me weak
And defeated

Three strands of
Of long, blond hair
Lie there separated
From her and me by
Passage of time and distance
The only proof
Her physical being
Ever laid there
Soft and warm beside me

It's over…
Done…
All gone…

She's not coming back
And my spirit is broken

On her monument shelf
In bookcase at end of couch
Small envelope holds
These precious strands
Beside a small ball of rags
Tied with her hands
And a little stuffed rabbit
With floppy ears, pink nose
And coal black eyes

Together we sit
In growing darkness
At end of the day
Glowing in soft firelight
Squinting in the dusk
Towards the road
Searching for a hint
Of her small red car
Turning up the drive

It's a comfort
To have them there
Within arm's reach
As night closes in
My hopes fade again
Neither black eyes nor blue
Find what they are seeking
Long night heralds in and waits
For what tomorrow brings

Winter is at top-dead-center
Coldest part of the year
Yet it cannot match
My heart's chill
For it's frozen solid
Blood as thick and dark
As axel grease
Craving warmth of Spring
And her hand in mine

It's over…
Done…
All gone…

She's not coming back
And my world is broken

As new day dawns
And Spring approaches
All I have are dreams
Of a better day ahead
When we walk together again
In new fields of happiness
My resolution grows strong
There is only one answer
To solve this quandry

This must be over…
Done…
All gone…

If she's not coming back
Then I will go to her

And till hard scars
I left on her heart
Until they are soft and warm
Plant new seeds of love there
And nurture them
With tender care
Through the growing season
For a bountiful harvest of happiness
To last us a lifetime together

Epiphany

I unzipped my skin
Let it fall and
Crumple at my feet
Like dirty coveralls
My soul bare
I stand before you
Your eyes avert
Your head turns
Before you walk away

I shiver alone
Cold shadows of dusk
Hide my nakedness
From all but me
And I know now
They were right
There's nothing here
To love
Nothing here at all…

A Soldier's Wife...

It's a hard life being a soldier. But for many, the guys and gals deployed are just half the story. It doesn't seem right that military spouses not be recognized for their sacrifice as well; it is only right and fitting to do so.

It takes a special breed of person to be the spouse of an active duty soldier (male or female). Babies get sick, cars break down and the yard still needs mowing whether "Joe" or "Molly" is home or not. The burden of two falls on one and that is a huge load for anyone to carry.

But they do so, and without bitching, whining and crying. It is their mission in the defense of our way of life, and for that, we are grateful. Their duty is no less important than a troop in the field. They are part of our overall readiness team as a nation.

Soldier's Wife Tribute @ Yahoo! Video

If you know a military family near you, especially one with a loved one deployed somewhere, stop and do something nice for them today.

Just to let them know that you know. It may make all the difference in the world to simply be remembered for a few moments.

Please Remember Me...

... We will.

Dinner With The Devil

Darkness bites a quarter chunk
Out of Harvest Moon
Whittling pink, pale flesh
Down to size
Down to size
Down to size

Streams of moonbeams
Dribble down his chin

As I feel
My penance start
My darkness follows suit
Down deep inside
Down deep inside
Down deep inside

Streams of heartbeats
Dribble down his chin

The Moon's eyes
Old and tired
Reflect my own
They cannot lie
They cannot lie
They cannot lie

Streams of regret
Dribble down his chin

A starving darkness
Consumes us both
We wonder who'll be
First to die
First to die
First to die

Only stars know who won
But they'll never tell


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