whimsicalworks

Don't live outside the lines they told her. Drink all your milk, wear sunscreen in the rain. Obey the speed limit, and every Sunday make a joyful noise where everyone can hear. Don't cheat on your taxes or second guesses - never sleep till noon. Let Katie Couric do your thinking - not Oprah, don't ponder why the grass is always greener where no one else can see. Make casseroles to freeze; learn to knit scarves for the correct charity. Take up racquetball or pilates but do not sweat more than the recommended dose. Remember, one glass of wine is lady-like, sophisticated; but green tea keeps you regular. Marry we

We must have walked a hundred miles between beach and marsh that spring; chipped flint and sea glass, piles of oysters on scarred tables, spread with yesterday's news. A broken screen door to the sea, the postulate; an imprecise geometry that haunts the ruin.

I know the time is coming when you will no longer leave fingerprints on my door, and we will not argue at Christmas dinner about the face of God. Your chair will be cold, your plate empty, and I will watch your shadow shrink on the sofa and your voice grow reed thin and white and your footprints on the carpet will become too light to stick. Your coat will grow too large in the closet and the world will never fill your shoes, so I will shake the dust off your best suit and find the pictures I took of you when you were laughing and the bible you kept by your bed that I could not believe in and I will tuck you in for

Through the frostbitten marrow of my trembling young Day I was swallowed in a sudden rift of apocalyptic dismay, if Summer's bones were plastic and the Stars just a tinsel bite I wouldn't care, I had lost a friend today...I shall miss his light. His name was Creaking Door, a master of rhyme and wit, his sword they were, and poetry so elegantly scribed that struck a classic chord, a rainbow on a distant shore I felt his warmth, my heart he did mist with care and humour, his friendship thick like custard left me kissed. Though Tomorrow will dawn, another flightless day in my life I wish I could let go, but this season is full of lonely