Mezza Mezza

Changes bring chances, he said

The door knob sprang off

during a springtime nap-dream.

Walk on by - thanks for asking.

Cauldron

 Rising up from a place  

        not seen, heard or loved.

A real melting in the dark,

        in the falling rain ☔ 

                Falling.

Never seen again.

Oh no.                

                   © Karen Joyce

        

Raconteur

Racket player stretched

So thin, invisible. When,

Where will it break you?

                        © Karen Joyce

                         January, 2022

Einfall

 Trap door.

        "Do not drift into despair"

                        Rather says.

Nexus.

        Moments of clarity,

            moments of despair

                moments of hope.    

Reprieve.

        There's something next

Nirvana.

                                            © Karen E. Joyce 2021

August Delta

More than half-way in 

to the second Covid year

Dream of rusty parts, 

caked, round, metal, hollow, grim.

The planet reels.

Hurried, then slows. Grace?

The conductor punches time.

At rest, fear returns

Then scuttles off leaving pain

As its calling card.

My final companion:

A hungry, black cat.

                                    © Karen E. Joyce 2021 

 

Spiritus

In the name of the father.

Little by little 

in the name of the holy

I will remember.

I’m not hearing any 

more deathbed apologies 

Better do it now. 

And the son and the 

Holy Spirit New England 

don’t apologize. 

                        © Karen E. Joyce 2021

   

            Karen Joyce  5/31/21

Rain

Inward turning, sigh

Accepting what moment is

still there still, still here. 

                    © Karen E. Joyce 2021

November 2020

November:

Woke up falling, wet

1963 again 

Deep nightmaring wail

        © Karen Joyce 11/23/20