limp lettuce: July 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

tidal

it has a rhythm and pattern all its own

grief

hidden and unpredictable

it catches offbalance

shifts pebbles underfoot

transforms the landscape

it ebbs and flows

grief

set not by moon but in its own secret particular irregularity

it waves and washes

grief

crashing and seeping

changing everything

and withdraws

leaving shine,

patterns,

sometimes treasures

carefully cast up on the wet shifting shingle

About limp lettuce

I began this poetry blog as catharsis, at a very difficult point in my life when I was dealing with terminal illness of my mother, and potential collapse of my marriage. The words just emerged, formed poems and were unbidden and insistent. And helped. Now (2022) at another very difficult time when my family are coping with bereavement and adjusting to living with chronic illness and depression, the words are swarming in my head again. They circle, form patterns and have found their way here. I find the way this happens so fascinating. And think (hope) that maybe some less painful reflections might also start to find a home here. And that some of all this may resonate with you. © 2006. All words and photos on this blog are copyright to me, the writer and photographer - except in any instances where the post attributes someone else.

limp lettuce

Friday, July 10, 2009

tidal

This disease

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