by suelarkinsweems | Aug 22, 2012 | The Poetry
I have several dear, dear friends mourning heavy losses today—separate places, separate incidents, separate lives lost– but then we are never really so far apart, are we? Won’t you walk with me silently in prayer next to them? For HP, RC, and NM The world...
by suelarkinsweems | Aug 3, 2012 | The Poetry
It’s not the trucks and crates That make me crazy But having my life stacked up Like pictures waiting to be hung And dismantled lamps unplugged It’s losing and leaving behind Our old Labrador lost to cancer Books and memories too big to fit Unpacking my grandmother’s...
by suelarkinsweems | Jun 1, 2012 | The Poetry
To my warring alphas, with love How can I irritate you? Let me count the ways With a foot out to trip you, I’ll tattle for days Put my toe on your seat, then deny that I did I’ll sing a loud song, ‘til it’s stuck in your head Scare you with sounds once you turn off...
by suelarkinsweems | May 18, 2012 | The Poetry
Grief Too often we think he’s exposed only in jagged sobs But he’s also in fatigue and fear He’ll roll in unexpectedly At the smell of basil Or the tinkling of a wind chime Grief Can’t tell time He can collapse twenty years in an instant A sudden whiplash of reverse...
by suelarkinsweems | Mar 30, 2012 | The Poetry
Empty rooms {on leaving} Hollow and echoing rooms Nothing to absorb the sound now The phantoms stretch and play All other life drained out Through the sieve of trucks and crates We leave holes Hammered in and yanked back Scars dot the baseboards and the walls...
by suelarkinsweems | Mar 9, 2012 | The Poetry
Monday through Friday we pretend We pretend that Daddy’s just at work We get up and eat breakfast Go to school and work and lunch As the late afternoon lull creeps in I glance at the clock before I remember He isn’t coming tonight I breathe deep. Weary. Make dinner,...
