Wednesday, July 2, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Two

Three Facebook groups on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well. 

Small Stone, July 2014 Second 

Listening to the cat "meep" at the birds tells me it is time to get active. She honestly is more reliable than any mechanical alarm. 

July Writing Project - A Poem A Day - Day Two 


The coffee pot sits cold. At a time when 
something to do - anything to do -
would be a welcome burden
she is left alone

Today is the first day in more than
fifty-five years
that she will not hear his voice
see his smile.

She cannot bring herself to brew
a pot just for her. And food? 
How does she know what she will eat 
without his needs to dictate the menu?

Other deaths she has endured
with the strength she drew from knowing
he was there to share the weight
and help fill the voids.

Now the absence of 
him has ripped open the repairs
his love made to her heart 
through the years.

They preplanned the necessities, drawing 
upon the losses they shared 
as a blueprint. 
"This is what we shall do when ..."

One can preplan away. Preplan vacations, 
parties, weddings, reunions. Even funerals.
This song, that casket, the favorite suit,
a graveplot by the line of trees.

But no amount of planning or warnings 
from doctors or prophetic dreams
could have prepared her 
for this specific morning.

The chore of brewing coffee for one
and deciding what she will eat
all by herself 
for the rest of her days.

Second Noticing  July 2014

The cat is chasing what I cannot see or hear across the floor. I think she is funny and I chuckle outloud. She gives me one of those disdainful, superior feline glares. I wonder if she thinks I see and hear what she does? 

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