Reprieve

And still they wait— 157 or more, gathered before the soup kitchen door. Waiting— for relief from the chill, from the brunt of hunger, from lost promise. Waiting— before the shadow of light that must define hope peters out. Waiting— to escape from the wet, from the dirt and the dark. Tonight, tomorrow, again, again and … More Reprieve

Falling with grace

There is an art, they say, to falling. Turn one’s face to the side. Stay loose, arms and legs bent, body relaxed. It is an art I am yet to master, falling more likely face first, catapulting headlong, fearing to miss one tiny step in this affair of love. For that’s what it is. Drawn … More Falling with grace

Beautiful Strength

Hiding their delicate bloom in heart-shaped leaves, they lift their seemingly shy heads from the forest floor, understated harbingers of spring after winter, life after death.   Some, dressed in white, speak of beauty and purity both. Others, in stains of purple, pause the viewer’s soul at the edges of mourning, whispering since the days of antiquity … More Beautiful Strength

Wall of Sky

Sometimes I sit with my back pressed against a wall of sky, until the winds shift and the clouds pass by. * * * Poem, Wall of Sky by Mary O’Connor, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child  © 2007 Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. © 2007. Photo, Charles W. Morgan whaling ship docked in New London, CT, by Jan … More Wall of Sky

Deer Tracks

Across deserted fields, under fire, prints of his last run leave their mark, pairs of tiny split hearts, coursing the ground like tears. * * * Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.  

Totem

standing still, silent, tiny speck in vast splendor— portrayal of peace * * * Haiku poem by Mary O’Connor © 2014