Treading Balmy Liquid
brain dissolved
unable to remember
what day it is
what pills to take
a stroke
another heart attack
do the British thing
stay calm, carry on
Last Storyteller
do not search for what you’ve lost
says the Last Storyteller
speak of small tokens of love
soft kiss on the cheek
strawberries plucked from your garden
book I am almost certain you will like
a walk in the forest, bonded by silence
belly-laugh jokes that lighten our spirit
a call through the ethers to my heart
© 2022 Fay Loomis
Bio: Fay L. Loomis lives in the woods in Kerhonkson, New York. A member of the Stone Ridge Library Writers and Rat’s Ass Review Workshop, her poetry and prose appear in numerous publications. A stroke, combined with the pandemic, have woven quietude into Fay’s life.
Oh that balmy liquid! And we do carry on...most of us anyway.
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