Loving the Golfer

His logic blew by me

But sometimes love works best

If you ask few questions

He insisted a new club

Was just the ticket, would

Be the trick, make him

A winning golfer

I never resented

His ‘dates’ on the green

Wasn’t a ‘golf widow’

He joked that his ashes

Should be spread there…

Just a widow now

Thirty years, I still can’t

Give those clubs away

The man fit me to a tee*

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*I’m taking poetic license here—the correct phrase, I’ve learned, is “fit to a T” (I’m no golf expert eitheršŸ™‚)

Seeking Love’s Ghost

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I haunted bookstores

Forever searching for him

(Not “stalking” back then)

Throughout years his hair lengthened

Grayed, unkempt or mere disguise


His overcoat from

Central casting, for certain

Vanity succumbed

To fierce need for privacy

And yet I recognized him


Heart etches details

Remembered and imagined

Love blurring Time’s lines

He’d favored e.e. cummings

Did he comb poetry shelves


Had he kept poem-

Filled letters, haiku I wrote

While his paintbrush worked

Covered vibrant canvases

Island’s tropical flowers


Rainy afternoon

I ducked into used-book store

Back to me, he stood

As though pondering far thoughts

Hands clasped, not shuffling volumes


I longed to tug sleeve

Speak words of yearning child, small

“Shall we go, Papa?”

Perhaps he heard tripping pulse

Turned… not my hero’s kind face


No, not him at all

Just stranger’s frown, reminder

Gone-love’s decades dead

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Vista Behind Closed Eyes

Vista behind closed

Eyes, within hope’s longing heart

Respect, honor reign

Trust is never compromised

Peace, goodwill, “just how we roll”

All living souls are valued

Love flourishes unblemished

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Strong Arm Water Mosaic (Twiglet)

Strong arm water pulls

Heart ‘neath sterling sea’s far depths

Once drenched in sapphire


Then, as ghost-love had

Strong arm water pushes soul

Back to twilight shore


Rough sand, shell fragment

Scourges longing for escape

Damns weak cowardice


Strong arm water’s balm

Sweeps tears into salt wavelets

Mosaic sky descends

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