tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85514199375129925012024-03-05T21:02:24.879-08:00PoeticallyBeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-67849492589428482002024-02-17T16:38:00.000-08:002024-02-17T16:39:49.488-08:00 Tennessee starts at the Piggly Wiggly<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 38px; font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Four years</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">After they buried him</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">So did we</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Three hours south</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">From us</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">One hour </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Into Alabama. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Beloved son</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Says the granite stone</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Children shouldn’t die before their parents </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Says my husband. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">We are lost</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">In grief and lost chances </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Words not uttered</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Days not lived. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">When we leave the stone in the grass</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">And the son underneath </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Headed north, we are musing</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">About the state we are in</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Until we see:</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Tennessee starts at the Piggly Wiggly</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-family: -webkit-standard; font-size: medium;">© beatrix brockman</span></span></p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-85089844308115979802024-02-05T09:31:00.000-08:002024-02-05T09:31:48.153-08:00Song for my Daughters <div style="text-align: left;"> (sung off-key)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">rarely -- if ever --</div><div style="text-align: left;">are you far from my thoughts</div><div style="text-align: left;">and still I can't bridge </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">the expanse <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">can't rock you for comfort</div><div style="text-align: left;">or kiss your wounds</div><div style="text-align: left;">although you are only </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">a few streets away</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">we are of one house</div><div style="text-align: left;">with minimal cracks</div><div style="text-align: left;">your father </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">our foundation </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">rarely -- if ever --</div><div style="text-align: left;">are you far from my thoughts </div><div style="text-align: left;">my tentacle wisps</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">finding you no matter where </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">© beatrix brockman<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-68062934810172276362024-02-05T09:18:00.000-08:002024-02-05T09:34:34.060-08:00Pink Betrayal<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">grief wears </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">black. black is</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">grief. pink </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">hides grief</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">black shows <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">grief in my culture;<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pink internalizes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pink conceals</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">grief, alleviates</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the discomfort</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">of others <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">trauer trägt </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">schwarz. schwarz </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ist trauer. pink </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">verschleiert</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">trauer. schwarz </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">trägt trauer</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">nach außen. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pink verinnerlicht.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pink verheimlicht</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">trauer, erleichtert</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die anderen. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> ©beatrix brockman<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-79847168464119748422024-02-03T14:44:00.000-08:002024-02-04T06:28:03.522-08:00Stillborn<div style="text-align: left;">keep your stories</div><div style="text-align: left;">your tales of hope</div><div style="text-align: left;">the child grew</div><div style="text-align: left;">angel wings</div><div style="text-align: left;">never held or</div><div style="text-align: left;">rocked. Did she</div><div style="text-align: left;">smile in the womb</div><div style="text-align: left;">before eternal sleep?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-6379694835803440022023-11-26T04:57:00.000-08:002023-11-28T10:04:15.817-08:00embodied<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">as golden </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ginkos snow</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">embodied sun<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">i see </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the orphaned crib</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">embody grief </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">**** <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">golden schneit</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">der gingko <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sommersonne</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">im fluss </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">von tränen schaukelt</span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">die verwaiste wiege</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">©Beatrix Brockman <br /></span></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-13836704309664672392023-11-24T05:01:00.000-08:002023-11-24T05:01:33.685-08:00unexpected<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">images hurt</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">as do stories, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">perpetually untold.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the annuli </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in my iris deepen</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">as worlds narrow</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">between their rings.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the next stanza</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">is stillborn.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">11/4/23</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">©Beatrix Brockman</span></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-73898854131334776962023-11-24T04:53:00.000-08:002023-11-24T04:53:21.108-08:00O<div><span style="font-family: arial;">as night falls<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">and words fail me<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">tear drops <br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">don't cleanse<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">the heavy heart</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">candles don't <br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">lighten the load<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">as a name<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">circles my soul<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">grief's shadow holds</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">©Beatrix Brockman</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">10/28/23</span></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-24629759565992383392023-11-24T04:42:00.000-08:002024-02-05T09:34:06.177-08:00mother, with all your heart<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: arial;">mother, your were,<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000;">not just the mine<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000;">but that of all<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #330000;">seeking refuge under <br /></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #330000;">the umbrella called family.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">your arms </span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">always <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">open, your heart<br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">always </span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">giving, always<br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">striving to give joy,<br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">to lift up, to love. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">Love, she was your shield,<br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">your being;<br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">Love, she was you.</span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">© Beatrix Brockman <br /></span><span style="color: #330000; font-family: arial;">11/24/23</span></div><div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 30px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;"><a href="https://poeticaly.blogspot.com/2017/01/von-herzen-mutter.html" style="color: #c0911e; text-decoration: none;">von herzen mutter</a></h3><div class="post-header" style="color: #997755; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12.88px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3901423447323647940" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.524px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 488px;">Mutter warst du.<br />Nicht nur die meine,<br />sondern aller<br />die am familienschirm<br />sich unterstellten.<br />Stets offen waren<br />deine arme, dein herz<br />nur gebend, immer nur<br />bedacht andere zu<br />freuen, zu tragen, zu<br />erheben und zu lieben. <br />Die liebe, sie war dein<br />schild, dein wesen.<br />Die liebe, die warst du.</div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3901423447323647940" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.524px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 488px;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3901423447323647940" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.524px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 488px;"><span style="font-size: small;">© Beatrix Brockman </span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3901423447323647940" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.524px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 488px;">10/1/17</div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3901423447323647940" itemprop="description articleBody" style="caret-color: rgb(51, 0, 0); color: #330000; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.524px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 488px;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3901423447323647940" itemprop="description articleBody" style="line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 488px;"><br /></div></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-15992308115124985032022-12-06T18:39:00.002-08:002022-12-06T18:39:13.757-08:00Barbara Day 2<p><b style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"> </b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The eighth day<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Of the twelfth month<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Is my<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Barbara Day<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The day <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">When I light candles<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">For you<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Who is and was <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">My sister<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Celebrate would we<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">If I not here<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">And you still there<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">If we still lived our lives.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">But death came <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">And nothing stayed <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The same, except <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">My Barbara day<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">On the eighth day<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Of the twelfth month<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Of each year <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">When I light a candle<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Just for you<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-82420402069280657402022-12-06T18:22:00.001-08:002022-12-06T18:22:19.012-08:00Barbara Day 1<p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">This day is yours.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Even if your mandolin <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Has long since broken.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">This is your day. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">We light a candle in your name.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Put Barbara twigs into our vases. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Your day’s today.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">This advent day, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">We celebrate and <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Set your place at our table.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Bake a cake in your name. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">This is a day in advent, that<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Does not speak of a coming, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">But of a having gone, of broken <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Links, unbearable hurt.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">This is my Barbara day, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Each year <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Which sometimes </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Makes me <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Wonder<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">If…<o:p></o:p></p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-77531653449537981582022-12-06T17:48:00.006-08:002022-12-06T17:48:39.708-08:00home no more<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">stone on<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">her grave – I<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">never saw it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">just the flaming<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">burial roses<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">home, no place. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">she was mine.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">clarity only <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">in the <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">empty house<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">built by father<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">brick on brick <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">filled with mother’s<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">life and <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">loneliness<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">home no more<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">childhood comfort -<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">tasty no longer <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">nor filling the hole <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">in my heart<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">© beatrixbrockman 6.12.2022</p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-69708583761768167072022-05-09T16:24:00.003-07:002022-05-09T16:24:57.998-07:00Mother<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /><br />mother you were<br />not just mine<br />but that of all<br />who sought refuge<br />with our family. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">always open <br />were your arms, </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">your heart always </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">giving, always thinking<br />of others, of their joy—<br />always ready to carry, </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">to uplift<br />and to love. <br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">love — she was <br />your shield, your being.<br />love — she was you.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">© beatrix brockman (2022)<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-46660731188272636102021-02-11T08:19:00.010-08:002021-02-22T15:35:19.085-08:00geistzeit<div>wie zwillinge -</div><div>deren zellen sich</div><div>im mutterleib nicht</div><div>trennten - so </div><div>verwachsen sind</div><div>diese virustage.</div><div>aneinander reihen</div><div>sie sich endlos</div><div>im zurück wie</div><div>im vor. der jänner</div><div>von vor einem jahr</div><div>unwirkliche erinnerung</div><div>an was man tat </div><div>und tun durfte</div><div>die zukunft, die</div><div>sich vor uns ergoß</div><div>inzwischen verdunstet</div><div>zwischen isolation </div><div>und masken</div><div>fragst du dich </div><div>was wird</div><div><br /></div><div>© beatrix brockman</div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-86188680719808406652021-02-11T08:19:00.009-08:002021-02-11T08:20:31.380-08:00Headspace<p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Like twins <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Whose cells never<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Separated in the womb<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">So conjoined are<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">These virus days<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Endlessly strung <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">In the back and<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The forth. Last January<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Unreal memory<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Of what we did <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Were allowed to do<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">The future, then <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Clear before us<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Evaporated by now<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">Between isolation <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">And masks<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">You ask <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">What will be. </p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-60118195375024496762020-12-02T17:02:00.004-08:002020-12-02T17:05:48.304-08:00Even if<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even if </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cut this moment into strips</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and braided them into my hair;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">even if</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wrapped your kisses into silk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and dried them between Neruda's words;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">even if</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I framed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the pinned butterflies;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">even then </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this moment would only</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">last its eternity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPy_YkoKcrCynECtZTox8CUZToF9r6iSREjC8B8blev2seMA7EY4mzj9FmTwtIkJG1HMNIR3PhUrw0Pmqlb7CTmVx8AzsoXhzYTuNrxZGtBnh9GooLDJBfFH-VS_wjf0odVK7OjPm316u/s2048/7FDF5C28-AA0A-4981-91F5-2D15E587E987_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1946" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPy_YkoKcrCynECtZTox8CUZToF9r6iSREjC8B8blev2seMA7EY4mzj9FmTwtIkJG1HMNIR3PhUrw0Pmqlb7CTmVx8AzsoXhzYTuNrxZGtBnh9GooLDJBfFH-VS_wjf0odVK7OjPm316u/s320/7FDF5C28-AA0A-4981-91F5-2D15E587E987_1_201_a.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">© beatrix brockman</div><br /> <p></p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-63008280486389161412020-08-13T18:59:00.006-07:002020-09-18T11:51:58.359-07:00whisper<div>for six years you </div><div>stood outside — nose</div><div>pressed to the window</div><div>of whispered words </div><div>stamped <i>confidential </i></div><div> </div><div>now you stand at</div><div>the threshold, hesitant</div><div>to walk through the door</div><div>— whether you want to or not — </div><div>your turn has come to </div><div><br /></div><div><i>whisper</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>© beatrix brockman</div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-10789315666272287302020-08-12T19:55:00.008-07:002020-08-12T19:55:47.790-07:00sepia<p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">sepia</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">in photography <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">you’re still alive, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">one young and wiry, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">beautiful, the other <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">her long hair coiffed, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">bouffant above the brows<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">in sepia forever frozen<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">both the soprano <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">and the baritone. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">past your frames <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">my path leads every day<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">but rarely do I focus <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">on the woman or the man <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">my parents captured<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">too in kodak-color.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"> <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">so loving was your voice <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">so rare on paper, too afraid <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">that seven years <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">of schooling only <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">might yield mockery<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">how precious now<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">the cursive speaks <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">to the “little one, beloved <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">and so far away” <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">whose heart crossed <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">oceans every day.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">and so I linger and reflect <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">head bent over words <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">– more valuable to me<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">than gold – and stand before <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">your pictures that once<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">will perish until nothing <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">shall remain of us.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">© beatrix brockman</p>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-49247055382502400542020-07-17T20:44:00.005-07:002020-07-17T20:49:48.368-07:00top-heavy<div><br /></div><div><b>top-heavy</b></div><div><br /></div><div>tentatively I set my foot</div><div>onto this week, uncertain</div><div>whether one or another cobble</div><div>stone will crumble to dust. </div><div>if anything, it seems to </div><div><br /></div><div>support my weight; but again </div><div>and again doubt sticks its ugly </div><div>head around the bend </div><div>as if it were the salt </div><div>one needs to spice up hope</div><div><br /></div><div>From December 2019</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>kopfsteinlastig</b></div><div><br /></div><div>zaghaft setze ich den fuß</div><div>auf diese woche, ungewiss</div><div>ob nicht der eine oder</div><div>andere kopfstein zu staub</div><div>zerfällt. noch scheint sie zu</div><div><br /></div><div>tragen doch die skepsis streckt</div><div>ihr hässliches gesicht immer</div><div>wieder ums eck als wäre</div><div>sie das salz mit dem man</div><div>die hoffnung würzt</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>©beatrix brockman</div><div><br /></div>BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-28344952521018049512020-05-20T17:31:00.000-07:002020-05-26T18:11:35.230-07:00mittwochsblühenAus 2009, als ich in Nashville Doktorandin war:<br />
<br />
legen sich sonntags<br />
wieder meilen<br />
zwischen ein leben in zwei<br />
städten kommst du mitt'<br />
woch in meinen süden<br />
<br />
eiche aus spokane<br />
<br />
als liebhaber nur -- ohne<br />
den vater und ernährer --<br />
<br />
dann bohren sich<br />
meine wurzeln wieder<br />
tiefer in die erde<br />
will ich ausschlagen nur<br />
<br />
und<br />
<br />
in deinem schatten blühen<br />
<br />
<br />
© Beatrix BrockmanBeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-48129512557711904572020-05-09T09:18:00.002-07:002020-05-09T09:18:24.425-07:00sepiain fotografien lebt<br />
ihr noch — jung und<br />
drahtig — sie wunder<br />
schön, das lange haar<br />
in hoher tolle aus<br />
der stirn frisiert;<br />
auf papier gebannt<br />
sopran und bariton.<br />
<br />
ich seh die bilder<br />
seh sie kaum bewusst,<br />
nehm sie nur selten<br />
wahr, die frau,<br />
den mann, die eltern,<br />
die ihr wart in kodak<br />
farben nun erstarrt<br />
<br />
zu schön, die stimme<br />
auf papier, die selten<br />
schrieb aus angst, dass<br />
sieben jahre schule nur<br />
ihr zum spotte würden,<br />
gerichtet an die "meine<br />
liebe und entfernte kleine",<br />
deren herz tagtäglich<br />
zu euch flog<br />
<br />
so halt ich inne<br />
über worten, die mir<br />
wertvoller als gold<br />
und vor den bildern<br />
die mit mir vergehen<br />
werden bis nichts mehr<br />
von uns bleibt.<br />
<br />
©Beatrix BrockmanBeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-39607496104221376812020-04-16T11:02:00.000-07:002020-04-16T11:02:13.733-07:00Schmetterling... Ein Hund, sagt man, lässt sich leicht ablenken und konzentriert sich nur selten lange auf ein Ding und springt gern einem Schmetterling nach. So ruft man hier in Amerika oft "Butterfly", um anzudeuten, dass eine Person schnell vom hundertsten ins tausendste gerät. So auch ich. Um 6 Uhr sagt meine innere Uhr "Schluss ist" und ich stehe auf. Nach dem Gang ins Bad, erst mal einen Kaffee. Aber wie das so ist. Ich komme in die Küche und will mein BonVivo Espresso-Töpfchen fertig machen. Da sehe ich, dass mein Mann gestern abend sein Frühstück nur halb vorbereitet hat, also schnell Hafergrütze ins nunmehr im Mini-Slowcooker köchelnden Wasser geworfen. Beim Griff in die Gefrierschublade für seine Beeren stiefelt er im Adamskostüm in die Küche und übernimmt. Wo war ich nochmal? Ach ja Kaffee. Schnell die Bohnen in die Mühle geben und das Espressotöpfchen mit Wasser... grad schnell noch ein Glas Wasser trink..., ach nein mit dem Wasser die Schilddrüsentabletten nehmen, Vitamin C nicht vergessen, da war doch noch was? Die Probiotika im Kühlschrank natürlich. Was seh ich da im Kühlschrank? Keine Milch mehr da für den Kaffee - Ach Mensch, ich wollte doch Kaffee aufsetzen im Espressotöpfchen. Schnell noch die Tasse aus der Spülmaschine nehmen, die wird dabei gleich völlig ausgeräumt, und das Töpfchen steht noch immer nicht auf dem Herd. Jetzt aber, Wasser ins Töpfchen, Kaffeepulver, frisch gemahlen ins Kröpfchen, zuschrauben und auf den Herd. Halt, der Herd muss noch abgewischt werden, sonst geht der Frischluftfilter im Haus auf Orkanblasen, weil die Teilchen in der Luft ansteigen. Jetzt aber wirklich. Töpfchen auf den Herd und angeschaltet. Nur 90 Sekunden später duftender Kaffee in der Tasse, den ich draußen auf der Terrasse genießen möchte. Herrlich ists! Hingesetzt, nein, die Bank ist zu kalt. Also im Stehen an den Gartentisch, wo die Aussaaten stehen und da liegt die Gartenschere. Ach ich wollte doch Ästchen schneiden fürs neue Hügelkultur-Hochbeet.<br />
<br />
Zwei Stunden später finde ich den kalten Kaffee auf der Terrasse. Das Hügelkulturbeet ist fast fertig.<br />
<br />
<br />
Butterfly.....<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-46538231810166364152019-12-30T15:44:00.003-08:002020-07-17T07:33:11.661-07:00Kaya<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
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<span lang="DE">nur einmal sah <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="DE">ich dich weinen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="DE">pfad hatte dein tal <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="DE">erreicht <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="DE">mit gewetzten krallen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="DE">herausgegraben <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="DE">flohst du haus, stadt<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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und staat. <o:p></o:p></div>
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fare thee well<o:p></o:p></div>
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the love and light in me<o:p></o:p></div>
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honors the love and light in thee<o:p></o:p></div>
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©beatrix brockman</div>
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xxx</div>
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close we are not<o:p></o:p></div>
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or even what <o:p></o:p></div>
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some call friends<o:p></o:p></div>
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you massaged <o:p></o:p></div>
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fears out of my<o:p></o:p></div>
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tense muscles <o:p></o:p></div>
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words weaved<o:p></o:p></div>
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the fabric of sympathy <o:p></o:p></div>
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between us <o:p></o:p></div>
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only once did <o:p></o:p></div>
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I see you cry<o:p></o:p></div>
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when the trajectory<o:p></o:p></div>
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of your rocky path <o:p></o:p></div>
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— only this outsider <o:p></o:p></div>
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could see —<o:p></o:p></div>
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BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-4650164274288617602019-12-27T12:48:00.003-08:002020-01-06T14:07:20.601-08:00kopfsteinlastig<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
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BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-63926994864040729462019-12-25T04:24:00.001-08:002019-12-25T04:25:13.694-08:00Frohes Fest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />BeatrixBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079129390182325159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551419937512992501.post-12695909208250767662019-12-24T12:55:00.003-08:002019-12-24T12:55:34.515-08:0024. Dezember„… denn Weihnachten hat so eine Unaufhaltsamkeit im Näherkommen. Bei diesem Fest merkt man’s besonders, wie das Tempo der Welt nicht mehr auf es Rücksicht nehmen mag, so ein Fest hat langsam zu kommen, wie damals als man Kind war, da zählte man und wartete und es war trotzdem noch weit, das gehört dazu, dieser langsame Advent, nun rast man im Lebens-Schnellzug darauf zu, hält an keiner Station, und es ist nichtmal sicher, daß man in ‘Weihnachten’ halten wird, drei Minuten vielleicht – und weiter auf die große Stadt Neujahr zu, wo’s endlich ein kleines Aussteigen giebt und Händewaschen.“<br />
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