From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse,
this line from a Kristofferson song runs through my mind
each time I visit you. It’s like you are back to being a baby,
rocking in the cradle of dependency, rolling towards life
beyond, especially as I see you now, asleep,
your discarded life in the brown wig […]
Filed under: Sandra Mooney Ellerbeck by akublik Date 29 May, 2008
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My writing hand is as frozen as the birch
branch outside the cabin window—
the branch quivers in intervals as if knowing
my longing to ink a blank page with meaning,
just as I know that a chickadee’s flight pattern
has ended on a branch below my view.
This stillness with intermittent quivers induces
feeling like finishing a third glass of wine
then […]
Filed under: Sandra Mooney Ellerbeck by akublik Date 26 May, 2008
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