House of the Tomato

If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato. -- Erica Jong

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The Mighty Oak Aches

(This break up is eating away at me today--so thought I'd post this one too--I've edited all day...what do you think?  I coincidentally ran across a  symbolic photo on FB, it's not my photo, but I put it here..for you and me. One of their songs at the wedding was " Satisfied" BTW)

for their gentle love joined in the heat of summer solstice.
They floated with music, carried on a breeze so light
we wanted to linger a bit longer to hear that song, so satisfied.

In a dry land on a frigid night of winter solstice,
we hear creaking wood break under the weight of one’s grief.
The other has turned cold with boredom and wandering eyes.

The forest of their together-life charred by lightning
spills salted water across a desert sky,
far removed from that mighty oak day.

 What was, can no longer be,
the trunk of trust broken with promises scattered
like dry leaves into the spinning wind.

Arms that once embraced, now out of reach.


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