Archive for the Memories Category

Posted in Family, Food, History, Home, Memories, sunlight, Trees with tags , on January 23, 2016 by blglick

All That History,
Love and Loss, in Daily Bread
And Sunday Dinners

Posted in Clouds, Memories, Morning, Sky, Sunrise with tags , on January 13, 2016 by blglick

Smokey Coral Clouds
Laddered Across Turquoise Skies
At Memory’s Edge

Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags , , on January 12, 2016 by blglick

Flung Forward By Time,
Willed Life Shattering Into
A Kind of Foundling

It Seems Impossible.
This is Real And That Is Not,
Then Followed By Now

Before and After,
Always Together, Always
Apart, And That Line.

Posted in Autumn, Love, Memories with tags , on December 17, 2015 by blglick
Grey Hairs, Aches, Pains, And
Memories We’ll Never Share
Love’s Price Gladly Paid

Posted in Clouds, Distance, History, Memories, Night with tags on December 10, 2015 by blglick
Today Ragged Clouds
Rushed by Like Time Passing or
Distances Traveled.

In Their Flat Grey Light
I Felt Memories Stir and
Tumble, but Slower

And Tonight I Cooked
A Dish We Shared When There Was
No Time or Distance

Posted in Autumn, dreams, Family, History, Home, Love, Memories, Morning with tags , , on November 26, 2015 by blglick
Five A.M. Baking,
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy

The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon

The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory

Posted in Death, Memories, Moon, Ocean with tags , on November 18, 2015 by blglick
Quarter Moon Rising,
But Still Caught in Grief’s Rip Tides,
With No Shore in Sight

Posted in Autumn, Fog, History, Memories, Morning with tags , on November 10, 2015 by blglick
Boston and All That
History, Mine and Others,
Condenses to Fog

Posted in Love, Memories, Morning with tags , on September 28, 2015 by blglick
This Monday Morning
My Car, Your Sandy Footprint
And I am Content

Posted in dreams, History, LIght, Memories, Tri-ku with tags , , on September 15, 2015 by blglick
Twenty Five Years and
Two O’clock have Come and Gone
Like Dreams on Waking

Sifting Through the Mind
Slowly, All Effervescent
And Insubstantial

Saved by the Sure Weight
Of Memory, Casting Its Light
Into the Future