Rain Chatter-complains onto umbrellas and tin roofs gurgles grief through drain holes and downspouts tantrum dances in puddles, scars the creek swells the brown stream to a swift anger. All day my heavy sky weeps inconsolable for families of thirty-some Moscow strangers and a sweet brother held hostage by cancer in a Saskatchewan farmhouse. ©… Continue reading Rain
WARDROBE OF SHOES Runners and Mary Janes oxfords and flats flip flops and sandals with matching straw hats that’s what you’ll find in my wardrobe of shoes cushy and wide or my feet sing the blues. I long for platforms stilettos and mules slingbacks and dress pumps with sparkly heels but my old feet are… Continue reading Shoe closet
Sun rises southeast early morning skies glow peach leaves are breakfast flakes Sun stares in my eyes outlines bold on winter floors crisp boxes of light Rises in dazzle flashes wicked black-ice wink Far-off sirens wail Southeast moon hangs low ghostly lantern in the sky Porch light’s on all day Early afternoon hums with… Continue reading Winter
The Son vanishes just after I am sent to the Galilean virgin and heaven isn’t the same. Gone the laughter, mischief, hijinks. Music replaced by silence all monochromatic, sober like the life of the party has left and we don’t have the will to keep partying or to go home. The Almighty’s been moody since… Continue reading How the Natal Star Was Born
The winter berry is a cheery thing To land-bound creatures and those on the wing. It drapes in sprays along bare estate walls And festoons prickly ivy ten feet tall Lights up the cedar fences aged so dark Clusters on humble hedge twigs in the park. It spurns the gentler spring, summer and fall… Continue reading The Winter Berry
To move Alice you had to sit her up and steady her till MS relaxed its grip exercise her knees till they flexed limp then position the strap and call for help – Together now lift, swivel careful she’s stiffening... don’t let her slide to the floor! I daydreamed while I fed Anna porridge till… Continue reading First Job
My mind, like a cluttered desk lies burdened under piles unfiled moments unopened thoughts unrecorded emotional exchange. I have dropped this week's happenings on the floor. They are shed clothes waiting to be picked up sorted through folded and put away into the closet of my story. Copyright © 2004 by Violet Nesdoly ****************** This… Continue reading Too busy
I tinker with my obligations before the day begins shuffling them like Scrabble tiles considering their perfect placement on my game-board of hours plan my drives to count both ways combine lists for family and work to do double duty – like using X to make OX and AX pray each move will be efficient… Continue reading Scrabbled Day
Lately the old mothers have been slipping from their places falling, dying vacating strategic positions leaving gaps in the front line. A new generation of matriarchs is needed to organize the family dinners the baby showers and the anniversaries and send the birthday cheques There's a call for fresh recruits a newly commissioned troop of… Continue reading Changing of the Guard
Lord, I put the hours of this week like loves and fishes into Your hands. Multiply each crumb of time. Help me hear Your voice above the babble of the crowd saying, “Sit, don’t stand. Here, eat this food of trust and peace that lasts and satisfies eternally.” And when all tasks are done there… Continue reading Monday Morning Prayer
Violet Nesdoly 