Posted on Feb 14, 2015. See more in In My Words

Well – it has been awhile since my last musing post.  Life raced by. Full of good things like: Hosting retreats and workshops for Jack Ridl.  Delighting in the birth of (now 5) grandchildren. A bit of traveling.  And their were also the unexpected bends in the road that send us scrambling – for words that help us make meaning,  sense of the senseless. During this time I never stopped “fooling around with words.”   I’ve been working a participant in Jack Ridl’s Landscapes of Poetry workshop as well as regularly taking his One-on-One mentoring sessions. All this to explain why new posts will more often be poetry than prose. Below – a newly finished poem, dedicated to the man in  my life who this year will celebrate with me, 43 years – Robert John DeNooyer.

 

Valentine

 

Just this little time and
perhaps a little more

       ­– Jack Ridl, Suite for Turning of the Year

 

Tell me again
how little time. No
show me. Show me

the puffed throat of
the Cactus Wren
just before he begins

to trill. Show me the sun
sneaking into the sky
just before the colors

startle into day.
Dare me
to stand still

breathing
counting
not just to ten.

Feeling now
the slight breeze
skimming

across my skin
lifting leaves, petals
wisps of your hair.

Then, in this little time
hear you whisper
Love me.

 

Colette Vokema DeNooyer
– for Roberto, February 14, 2015