I watched for your star to rise
but your star
is no star
just one of a thousand splintered shards
on spreading rings of water,
Your account made me think of our family cottage history in nearby Onekama. These sites evoke memories, or in more primitive thinking, they are haunted by the spirits of the past. To lose the site is to hasten the fading of those spirits or memories. Often it is an intangible loss traded for a tangible gain, necessary, but still an occasion for yearning, if not actual grieving for the past. Thank you.
I am living a life of loss. Most of the time I think that I handle it really well. I adapt, I work hard, and I keep moving forward. Then there are nights like tonight. Nights when I go to an all girls party. A fun 80’s theme, with lots of dancing, big hair, blue eye shadow, and funky clothes. It…
Oh my God…I was just about to sleep while I stumbled on your sestina Kathy……please tell me you made it up, please tell me that the story is craftsmanship, as is your weaving of the words, please tell me what I read was fiction! I don’t know I can’t shed a tear, but God knows my heart’s crying, screeching, thrashing in pain for someone else’s heart.
Peace be upon you!