Hard to watch her
wan and wasting away
to see her grip slip
Hard to hear
her rattles and wheezes
Posts Tagged ‘hospice’
Shed
Posted in Good in the End poetry collection (death and dying), tagged autumn, brevity of life, death, fall foliage, hospice, veterans, war on November 17, 2013 | 1 Comment »
Autumn expires when fiery maples shiver
Legions shed in a last hurrah of color
Retreating sun salutes the dizzying descent
Illumines what the weep of beauty meant
Summer’s End
Posted in Good in the End poetry collection (death and dying), tagged bird migration, change of seasons, earth's tilt, fall colors, fall foliage, haiku, hospice on August 24, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Tilting water world
One red leaf falls to the pond
Startled geese take flight
All We Can Do
Posted in Good in the End poetry collection (death and dying), tagged hospice, human condition, humanitarian response, mortality, poem, poetry, surviving a disaster on May 28, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Seared by bombs and shootings
Left fewer and bereft, keening in the rubble
Doing Cancer (in loving memory of Jeanne Conover)
Posted in Good in the End poetry collection (death and dying), tagged cancer treatment, haiku, hospice, hospice postwar Japan, hospital cancer ward, pancreatic cancer, poem on March 28, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
In the beginning, the white-frocked horseman of her apocalypse
Eyes averted, blurts she has pancreatic cancer in store
She rocks, absorbs our reeling shock then, pensive, quips
A curious “Well, I’ve never done cancer before.”
The Four Thoughts (Haiku)
Posted in On Vanishing Path poetry collection (Dharma), tagged birth, death, hospice, human life, impermanence, interdependence, karma, renunciation, samsara on September 30, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Dawn’s light bathes the crib
Wide-eyed infant looks and sees
No time for crying
Fluffy baby swans
Only two left of seven
Snapping turtles’ lunch
End of the Line (four haiku)
Posted in Lucky Enough poetry collection (Chesapeake), tagged Annapolis, Chesapeake, chicken necking, crabs, homecoming, hospice, Navy, Old Bay, watermen on August 31, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Old Bay-embalmed crabs
Bushels to butcherpaper
Fingers feel the burn
Forty Mile Woods
Posted in Good in the End poetry collection (death and dying), Maine Girl poetry collection, tagged Debbi McGlauflin, Deborah McGlauflin, Forty Mile Woods, grief, Hainesville Woods, hospice, pines, Santa Claus Hill, sorrow on October 23, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The Hainesville Woods from the interstate
Hide olde deep and dark ways
But I see their truth
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