Flowers
All posts tagged Flowers
Appointment
Published May 8, 2013 by rlmcdermottinto the
world
she ran
blue girl
blue day
nine nurses burning
on a California bridge
incendiary
passersby
filmed death
on their cell phones
and drove away alive
three women held captive for ten years
no one noticed
everyone cared
I hold my fear
in my hand
like a flower
it blooms
in the bright
light of day
lives that
could have
been so different
if they had not lived
laughing and crying
every minute
every hour
every day
I am not afraid of love
it is afraid of me
it cowers on a San Mateo bridge
in an Ohio basement
women who were loved
stolen from their lives
held captive
set on fire
and made famous
by our curiosity

Empty Vase Painted On An IPHONE
Published May 8, 2013 by rlmcdermottMourning
Published May 1, 2013 by rlmcdermottyou make dinner
you wash the dishes
you set the clock
you lock the door
you go to bed
this is all about being alive
the small gestures
the unconscious acts
the slow forgetting
someone you love has died
when will love return
do you miss it more
than you miss him
even the birds are
silent in this mourning
you listen for their song
The Lonely Geisha
Published April 22, 2013 by rlmcdermottThe Lovelorn Lake
Published April 18, 2013 by rlmcdermottSakura
Published April 14, 2013 by rlmcdermottFlowers Painted On An IPHONE
Published April 10, 2013 by rlmcdermottFearless
Published April 4, 2013 by rlmcdermottKithara
Published April 4, 2013 by rlmcdermottinside this lonely
landscape
of painted moons
and paper trees
I’m grateful
for the friendship
you’ve given me
you are a god
and I’m kithara
you play me
and I sing
a year ago
we met
or didn’t meet
beside a blossoming cherry tree
you turned your head and looked at me
and I saw everything I couldn’t be
but what I am is more than you can bear
the face of love
the face of death
a song without a singer
a wing without a bird
a poem written in the sand
we love
a different way than most
I let you go
you keep me close
we speak and never speak
we touch and never meet
who will ever love you quite like this








