her sign reads “homeless,
offer her water
which she takes and says thank you
~jone rush macculloch
Thank you, Linda at A Word Edgewise for hosting Poetry Friday this week.
I learned of the passing of my former husband back in June. Grief grabs you in ways that I can’t explain. I wasn’t prepared for how this news would affect me as we’d not seen each other in twenty-five plus years. I shared my raw thoughts in this SOL17 post (which I later found out was the same day he was laid to rest). His passing has reconnected me with some important people of my past and that’s a good thing.
Today would have been his sixty-ninth birthday. It’s funny how some dates stay with you no matter what. My friend, Kelly, calls them griefaversaries. For me writing is my way to process the sadness and loss.
on your grave
today’s your birthday
gone from this world, your soul at peace
© 2017, jone rush macculloch
before today’s heat
while swallows dart here and there
sparrows trill from tree tops
©jone rush maculloch, 2017
Thank you, Katie, at The Logonauts for hosting Poetry Friday today. I’ve been traveling and came home to this magical poem from Tricia. Can you identify all the book references? Receiving poems during the summer is one of the best things about summer.
Where Readers Come From
(with apologies to George Ella Lyon)
Readers come from songs,
from rhyme and finger play.
They come from recitation and repetition
(All those Moo, Baa, La La La’s
and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?.)
They come from Sunday comics,
cereal boxes and read alouds
that feature character voices,
and mood lighting.
They come from independent bookstores and libraries,
from authors and librarians.
They come from
Once upon a time,
happily ever after,
“It was a dark and stormy night,” and
“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.”
They come from Minli, Harriet, and Ramona,
from Clementine, Omakayas, and Baby Mouse.
They come from Stanley Yelnats, Auggie Pullman, and Jackson Greene,
from Jin Wang, Octavian Nothing, and Captain Underpants.
They come from Narnia, Middle Earth, and Hogwarts,
from Panem, Redwall, and the Island of Berk.
Readers come from “It’s past your bedtime,”
with flashlights under the covers
turning page after page,
racing to the end.
Readers come from letters strung into words
and words arranged in a million different ways
into stories that leave us
gloomy or cheerful,
quiet or agitated,
exasperated or pleased,
and every human emotion in between.
Under my pillow is a well-worn book
I am from this book —
from all those that came before —
and all those yet to come.
discover new worlds
happy for summertime escapes
~jone rush macculloch