grief https://www.timidpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/grief.mp3 A sense of loss seeped into life’s cracks unnoticed at first as her illness stalked her body. A cough, shortness of breath, unnoticed at first. She would feel better and then a cough, shortness of breath lingered… Continue Reading →
death Returning home to God in peace, undone from these bones in sweet release. Into embrace of the supreme, the most for which we can dream when at last body’s breath does cease. Like the northerly flight of geese… Continue Reading →
I want my poems to slap you in the face and shake you by the shoulders and shout Wake Up! and if they refuse to be so violent and so valiant and so woke, and decide instead to speak… Continue Reading →
Riding a bicycle in a war zone The photo only shows a muddied hand extended from jacket’s blue sleeve palm up in the rubble strewn street fingers curled, nails polished bright red. It was enough. Seeing the image, her… Continue Reading →
Ramblings on the Road I. And miles to go before I sleep at journey’s end, if I’m able to sleep. Oh, a moment for relief and respite, a few hours with eyes closed. But, whether it be for… Continue Reading →
Parted Love I stop somewhere waiting for you now that our roads have diverged and wonder if some path might lead you back to me. I couldn’t explain how to find this scenic outlook where I watch beauty from… Continue Reading →
The End Times (after Asher ReTech’s “Loss for Words”) I stumbled upon the falling-down cabin, abandoned and strewn with decades of rubble, little chunks of struggle and pain, adventure and joy and I return every year to check if… Continue Reading →
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