O Mocking Bassinet O mocking bassinet and now unneeded treasure hoard of pink and blue, I cannot look at you. O mutinous organ, inhospitable home full of treachery and betrayal, Why expel this tiny life most loved? O unrefreshing rain of tears and blood Fill up my heart’s black bottomless void – All that is… Continue reading O Mocking Bassinet
March sun, swaddled in a receiving blanket of clouds dreams a newborn promise. It’s already 9:30 but no one has had breakfast except the dog. He lies beside me on the couch his side moving in the rocking rhythm of sleep. Sweet silence is rippled only by padding footsteps the upstairs swish of a flush… Continue reading Baby Morning
Baby Afghans A baby's on the way and doesn't every baby need an afghan made by Grandma? I always was a knitter but if you drop a stitch knitting is a headache plus it’s hard to talk or listen while tangoing two needles through a cable pattern. So I picked crochet Crosshatch from Ultimate Stitch… Continue reading Baby Afghans
Hopeful snowdrifts shrink to puddles frozen ruts become butter under the slant-noon sun meadowlark lilts the returning crows while a backyard robin hip-hops a worm dance pussies fur on willows beside the pond that overflows a chorus of frogs tree clumps blush green while mini-grape lilacs pop fragrance beside beaming yellow roses green-onion spears slit… Continue reading Hopeful
This red wheelbarrow, seen on a recent trip to Saskatchewan, begged to be photographed. Now I know why. It had this message for me: The Red Wheelbarrow (2) is still dependable though the rain glaze has turned to frosting and the chickens are long in the freezer © 2011 V.Nesdoly (with apologies to William Carlos… Continue reading The Red Wheelbarrow (2)
cars and vans yield duffle bags backpacks, rolling luggage while camp butterflies flutter the stomach women's voices chatter excitement conference room buzzes the timbre of worker bees jammies, slippers for movie time absentmindedly pop another Miss Vicky's absorbed in the chase tables are a gracious-living centrefold of damask and crystal a cheery good-morning line meanders… Continue reading church ladies retreat for the weekend
The diagnosis of brother’s rare cancer sparks her into a frenzy of research every cell bent on sleuthing knowing, understanding the enemy. The answering machine and no call back when we ring the farm likely means more medical trips (later photos of him in radioactive quarantine show her, like a prison wife on the other… Continue reading Caregiver
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
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
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