Woman dressed in white

I tell you
how the water
turned blue
how the boat headed
toward the horizon
the motor beating like a heart
of the woman dressed in white
preparing herself for the moment
24 white roses
in her arms
she knew his longing
I tell you
she meant to remain strong
yet faltered

April 24, 2008

~ Gwen C. Murray

Time on a hill side

The Cold Hill Side

As months and years accumulate,
I miss you more and more.
Forgetting where I put the key,
I sometimes find a door

and other times feel stunned and lost,
though living in my own
body and life, presumably,
bewildered and alone

as the knight, kidnapped and released
to a dim world, who said
And I awoke and found me here
on the cold hill side.

by Rachel Hadas July 23, 2007

What is and what was

I think I have reached that certain age when the past seems so much better than the future. It was and it is. I spend great amounts of time looking at slides, photos, letters and unfinished poetry. Lots of that. Hours pass and I am sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by the history of my life. I begin to discard, my hand hesitates over the garbage bag….just one more glance. Despite my determination I am weak. Someone will have to clean up my life it should be me

~ GC Murray