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    Morning over the bay

    Three Poems

    Heather Heath Reed

    June 4, 2015
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    • Pat

      Absolutely breathtaking poetry.

    • Liv

      For your journal- love poem #2

    • Diana Macfarlane

      Another beautiful and surprising side of you, Heddy, our friend. Now others may enjoy the beauty of your poetry, as well. Thank you!

    Horseneck Road After a Drenching Rain

    A golden morning
    the road lined
    with waist-high timothy

    bronze in the searing sun
    ground cracked and hard
    no rain for weeks.

    Buds brown without bloom
    trees droop
    yet Queen Anne’s Lace,

    cornflowers and purple clover
    thrive amid all
    that’s wilted and dying.

    Runoff from last night’s
    downpour
    pools in dirt lanes

    that branch off
    the hot black road,
    puddles of holy water.

     

    Minha Querida (My Beloved)

    He had come home to die
    in his own bed,
    surrounded by his books and flowers,
    his sweetheart by his side.

    It was always understood
    that she would die first,
    it was non-negotiable, she’d said,
    subject closed.

    Now, he was asking her to let him go,
    and she felt cheated and afraid.
    Watching the night sky fill with stars,
    he became the consoler,
    his work nearly done, hers just beginning.

    Bit by bit, he helped her remember
    their lifetime together,
    spirited soulmates,
    raising kids and traveling the world
    mostly with laughter, always with love.

    With one last breath, he slipped away
    while she slept beside him.
    Later, she would awaken
    to the scent of yellow roses.

     

    To see the stars as a blind man

    stand face tilted upward
    beneath the black, sequined sky,
    stretch out each arm, palms up,
    with eyes closed and imagine a line

    drawn from a single star
    you are fixed on to first
    your right hand, then your left,
    filling each with starlight.

    Feel the hum, the vibration,
    between earth and inwardness,
    and experience
    perfect sight.

     

     

    Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night (1888) (detail) Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night (1888) (detail). View full painting.
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