Unseen Sketches

taking on that pain

has me driving all night

the distance doesn’t help at all

it’s my head that’s filled with you

life carries on without

not just for now


we all get through these changes 


I don’t need you to come back to me

is a lie I tell myself

a glimmer in my rear view 

is what keeps me pushing on

Jackson, NH
July 2013

Below the Surface

smells of autumn swirl

as sunshine bounces from golden leaves 

a breeze carries last waves of warmth

no longer dressed in summer blooms

tall branches wave 

flags snap in the wind 

reminding that time marches unwavering

cataloging memories

with eyes fixed forward

as miles stack behind 

dragonflies have long passed by

while seasons change

searching for a pot of gold is futile

without laying in fields along the way

get back to loving each other

to stay right here 

is no small ask

moments that matter

are easier to cherish 

when played at a slower speed 

paths are set by the stars

and the determined heart

turning points often marked 

by unseen corners

hold on loosely

river in autumn
Cumberland, RI

Give It a Minute

in a hurry 

moving quickly no stopping

point a to point b

head down

noticing nothing

this was not her style

she enjoyed the journey

she saw the colors

she took the time

time ran out for her

I hope I did not rush her

“The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.”

Norton Juster

Blackstone Valley
Cumberland, RI

Throwback Friday – What Really Matters – prikcab (Ian Perlman)

I posted as a throwback piece this morning on godoggocafe.com

Go Dog Go Café

This throwback piece (8.14.11) was written by my late wife. Written approximately 1 month after her diagnosis with Stage 4 brain cancer. She was an amazing woman with the ability to step back, maintain and share a perspective that allowed her and all in her world to keep moving forward.

When children are laughing and jumping in a pool,

When family and friends are telling stories from a stool,

What really matters?

When “innocent” young nephews are growing hair on their chest,

When being with my sisters is the absolute best,

What really matters?

When the cousin contingent arrive with 85 platters of food,

When they drive 3 hours just to check my mood,

What really matters?

When the “family massacre” brings wasps by the hoards,

When Dad doesn’t drive the mini because he has to travel with boards,

What really matters?

It’s family and friends who let old resentments…

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3 Elephants

strength abound sat deep inside

she carried a fragile soul 

despite the scars worn by all who held her close

a united strength held her high 

readying her mettle 

a test hovered 

outside the door 

perhaps before it’s time

at an unimaginable pace

the flood arrived

forcing steps back 

to absorb the rising waters

the elephants appeared

loyal beyond all boundaries 

unwavering companions to fight loneliness

unity buoyed the strength deep inside

a weighty burden

can be shared

you are not alone

breathe deep and look for the elephants

All of You

I want you

is it too early

is it too late

I want all of you

is that too much

trying to control

this raw power

I feel small

you are inside me

but I can’t get close enough


can this intensity

feel so delicate

I’m gasping for air

I want all of you

summer smoke

October Home

in Octobers dusk

I can hear the falling leaves 

like whispers tapping upon the ground

sweet pine hanging in the air

brings me closer 

to what feels like home

longing to stay the night with you

until you tell me no

dwelling in disaster never bores me

broken sunsets make me cry

the trailing tears lay dried

as unspoken words on the window pane

laying there with empty arms

has the darkness lasting long

empty space is hard getting used to

drowning in the words you never spoke

fate holds the winning hand 

that takes the pot every time

surprised by nothing once the curtains draw

some stolen sorrow would sure be welcomed

smiles carefully hide in pockets till the dawn

weary is the mind constantly racing

heavy is the truth that holds the hammer

lonely is the heart chasing yesterday

Boston, Ma