The ART for Cancer Group

Let us be lovers, friends and companions
for the rest of the days we shall pass upon this earth,
for what is life without the green sweetness of love?

The day was a gift of vernal beauty,
the open sky powdered with the cottonfluff of clouds
so voluptuously sculpted they surely
serve as pillows for the gods.

This morning, I did not put on the solemn shades
of sorrow, for I am done for good and all with that.
Away dull greys and blacks, those shadow shrouds
fit only for Persephone in chains.

Look at yourself while still in sun you stand,
embrace the truth of what your heart requires.
Far better this than mediocrity,
than cursing shoulds and shouldn’t haves long past.

Spend your time, not your money.
Gather what you find according to the season
and I will treasure what you bring me, always.

We birth in stars,
stars being our beginning and our end;

And if she splits and sinks to anonymity
cradled in the arms of the trident god,
log lost to legend lore,
it will not matter much to many;

I had no child anymore;
you never made to gift me well,
but on that day you brought me these,
all stained with blues and cream and pink.

Such vibrant beauty glowing there
Despite the petals ragged, torn,
Its form yet graced with colors rare.

What a mantle of wonder one could weave
if the gift of Rumpelstiltskin were so easily mastered!

Yes, I will undress for you,
Each garment slowly tossed aside,
And yes, I will confess to you
My wanting, without guilt or pride.

The degree of your pain
is an exact measure
of love shared and lost.

The last time I saw you, lying there in that hospital bed, you were so far gone from the Morphine.
I realized that you were waiting for me to leave, to die with dignity.
I miss you Daddy.

My day started at 4:17 this morning so I can stick my hand up the Turkeys ass and then shove it in the oven!

they would think it fitting
that their beauty should be
captured, held,
defying gravity,

My mom was on the phone and came running when I screamed, we watched as the second plane hit,we held each other as we cried.

…yet Time’s wingèd chariot, as Marvell named,
has power to mend most grievous hurt –

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