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Grandmother, They didn’t tell me I’ll never See you again. Didn’t tell me I’ll never hear you Humming in the kitchen. That your hand Will never help mine Stir the pasta. I’ve opened my ears. Pulled the quarters from my eyes. I’m waiting To take your hand.

Blackie our cat has been MIA for ten days, no, for 2 weeks and Quiggly, the brown-grey tabby, missing for a week. Food bowls full of food. This morning, in fresh snow in the yard an animal's track in a single file of paw prints. Only one animal makes a single file paw track like that, a fox. The last time I saw Quiggly I was departing for Carbondale and she rolled over onto her back, stretched out her legs, exposed her belly for a long belly rub from me. She purred her thank you. Pre-dawn snuggles, departing for work, saying grace, bedtime, before the light goes out, or trip departures, may my last touch, be loving.

84's

In night's darkness I saw so clearly the starlit road; this morning opens to sunlight. Now I am blind.

84s

What is real, words out of the mouth, the voice coming into the ears, or the voice singing in the heart?

When Dante saw Picarda in Paradise he wrote: ond' io a lei 'ne' mirabili aspetti -- vostri resplende non so che divino -- che vi transmuta dai primi concetti. "Something inexpressibly divine shines in your face -- subliming you beyond your image in my memory" In short, dear friend, you are far more beautiful than I remember you.

Helpful Quote

"Writing was my ticket to true authenticity. . .my way of knowing the world and my relationship to both it and the people I knew in it. Discovering the truth in my poems was both frightening and life enhancing." Sheila Bender in the book, Marry Your Muse.

tomatoes poem

Dear friend, they say tomatoes ripen in the darkness. As sunlight streams into the kitchen window long legged tomato seedlings arch their back turn their first two leaves to the sun's fire. Arching sunward open mouthed, I swallow sunfire light. These plants green up, leaf out and grow so tall. Blossom. I too turn sunward, open mouthed, swallowing sunfire light. Touch. Taking your hand I will guide you through the darkness. Blossom. In the morning you will shine with sunfire light. Yes, you, illuminating the world.

mission

"As missionaries of the secular word, to receive a response from the world of mankind, we must initiate and inspire, breathe life into, our conversation with mankind."

Today, Mayor Lionel Rivera, at the Colorado Springs City Council meeting, read a proclamation to declare April National Poetry Month in Colorado Springs. If you'd like to read the proclamation, email to me and I will email it back to you. jimciletti@comcast.net.