Holds Upon Happiness

I promise I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, though it must seem so based on how seldom I have been posting lately. Life has simply been more than usually chaotic with a lot of changes and decision-making going on. It isn’t bad stuff; just stressful stuff. I think about posting a lot but somehow it isn’t happening. I’m giving myself a bit of grace and appearing here as and when I can. Hopefully, things will be back to normal this summer. For this week, enjoy a lovely poem by Mary Oliver. All summerthe mocking-birdin his pearl-gray coatand his white-windowed wingsfliesfrom the hedge to the top of the…

Somehow, I have forgotten to post for the last few weeks. Life has, as usual, been a little crazy but I don’t usually completely forget. And, here it is, almost 9:00 and I only just remembered. Anyway, here is a poem for you. I hope you enjoy it. I want you and you are not here. I pausein this garden, breathing the colour thought isbefore language into still air. Even your nameis a pale ghost and, though I exhale it againand again, it will not stay with me. TonightI make you up, imagine you, your movements clearerthan the words I have you say you said before.Wherever you are now, inside…

L. E. Bowman is an American poet. She has published three volumes of poetry. Her work frequently examines the relationship between humans and nature. She also “focuses heavily on all facets of womanhood, including the shifting roles and definitions that we face as we change and age.” Because you ruined me.Tore my muse from my chest with yourconsistent presence, your faithful hands.How do I write about staying when you never leave?How do I turn tears into diamonds when you don't make me cry?I can't speak of unsteady ground when I'm no longer shaking.I can't lament one-sided affection when you've balanced me out.Love is now boring.Unwavering.Coffee in the morning, just how…