reconciling grey
sometimes the world’s beauty
seems to vanish
in one whoosh….
death bookends life,
fate turns on its dime,
and rugs shift
under our feet….
poems, words, colors, disappear
metaphor leaves….
shall we hope for no more happiness
if gifts come
on the sharp edge
of a knife?
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this morning
i stood on my front steps
and this foreign wind
played in my hair,
ran all around my face
and made me dizzy
birds sang confusingly
of nests and mates
and territories….
the sun shone strangely
springlike
and i brought in the laundry….
© 2017 reconciling grey by Beth Anne Boardman on mythopoetry.com
© 2017 reconciling grey Beth Anne Boardman All Rights Retained
© 2017 reconciling grey by Beth Anne Boardman on mythopoetry.com
© 2017 reconciling grey Beth Anne Boardman All Rights Retained
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Beth Anne Boardman, RN, MA, PhD lives in California and New Hampshire. She travels and lectures on the Mythology of Sport; Women and Myth; and the Alchemy of Adolescence (her dissertation topic), in addition to consulting as a writer to websites.
Recently, Beth has served on the board of the Pacifica Graduate Institute Alumni Association and as Regional Coordinator for local alumni. Her career spans work as a registered nurse, the study of world dance and music, and the profound joy of raising two children.
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